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| September 7, 1999 - December 6, 2000 |
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| So the summer is over, with the coming of a new month, of a new season: September. I decided it was likewise time for a new poem, too, and then I thought the perfect entry in this section is no longer subject to doubt. Bridget's poetry amazes me, and this piece really captures the spirit of Fall. A masterpiece which I could by no means pass by! |
| September |
| Summer goes out
Like a burning ember Fanned by the breeze Of a cool September A riot of colour Wild and gay Falling leaves chasing Like kittens at play Birds winging southward To the winter nest Neath blue sky's, billows of foam Ride high on the crest Autumn's paint brush splashing Scarlet and gold As the vivid shades Of fall unfold A soft misty haze Like fairy dreams Touching the hills And mountain streams The leafy forest Is set ablaze By the magic touch Of September days |
| Bridget O'Brien |
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