Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
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Indian Summer
From guest Shayla (contact)
Im still in school...in grade 12 as a matter of fact and I just learned this peom adn I love it
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From guest Marie (contact)
When I hear bluejay`s in the fall I always think of this poem. But I couldn`t remender the title
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From guest George Lyons (contact)
This poem was taught to us by my gamar teacher at Ryerswon School, in Owen Sound Ontario. In grade four.in 1939. I thought of it many times over the years.In 2007 I was enrolled in stroke class. for spech therapy. My instructor told me I should trying something I learned as a youngster that it may help with my speach problems. Ifter all those years I finally could remember all of the words vividly. I can still the autmm by this great poem in still inspires me. Thank You Again -
I, like may others I'm sure, believe that in the autumn nature shows us her best colour-schemes when
...all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
To walk through the countryside amidst all those autumnal reds and yellows and browns is wonderful and the poet has managed to capture some of that wonder in these few lines.
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From guest Marion Beaton (contact)
I used to memorize poetry such as this. I have searched for this poem for so long, I knew it was beautiful but I couldn't remember the title or all the words. Thank you I loved old peotry -
Short but very sweet lines.Really it takes me to such a place when i read it.i love this poem,too good
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I love this poem and remember it well from schooldaze
Thanks for the reminder!
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