Indian Summer

My favourite fall themed poem. I remember having to memorize it in grade 5, and I have yet to forget the first 4 lines. I love it because it is exactly what Autumn looks like in these parts, and it makes it seem so romantic... don't you think?

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.

~William Wilfred Campbell (1860-1919)

Do you have a favourite fall poem, song or story? I'd love to hear it!

xox