Waxing Nostalgic - Part 2

Yet another poem that has stuck with me over time....

 

September

The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curing in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges haunt their harvest,
In every meadow's nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all those lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

 

Grateful is what I am for teachers who imparted wisdom, who taught with enthusiasm, who gave their all to their pupils, and impacted my life. Yes, there were those teachers who didn't really teach me much, but there were soooooo many more who did! They made school a great place to be and I'm blessed beyond measure to have had them in my life.

 

And then....ah, yes!!!....and then there are the lifelong friends that I have gained over the years as well, Life has been better because of them! And as time keeps passing, more and more people have come along that have made this journey called life easier to do.....just because they are who they are and what they mean to me!

 

Yes, I AM blessed BEYOND measure!