Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap; <br />Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap; <br />The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an' fen <br />An' it's just as plain as sunshine, winter's comin' on again. <br />The turkeys now are struttin' round the old farmhouse once more; <br />They are done with all their nestin', and their hatchin' days are o'er; <br />Now the farmer's cuttin' fodder for the silo towerin' high <br />An' he's frettin' an' complainin' 'cause the corn's a bit too dry. <br />But the air is mighty peaceful an' the scene is good to see, <br />An' there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside o' me; <br />An' I just can't help believin' in a God above us, when <br />Everything is ripe for harvest an the frost is back again.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-83/
