Chapitre 57: fifty seven
Summer and Fall
Today it still is summer,
Tomorrow will be fall.
I see purple asters,
I hear the autumn's call.
I feel the warm sun shining
As a balmy south wind blows;
I see more flowers blooming,
And I see the grass still grows;
The goldenrod is waving,
The bees are in the clover.
I hear a distant honking---
The geese are flying over.
The maple leaves are golden;
The pumpkins, round and yellow.
The apple cheeks are rosy,
The pears are getting mellow.
The nuts are growing rounder,
The cornstalks, brown and sear.
By twenty lovely tokens
I know that fall is near.
Today it still is summer,
Tomorrow will be fall.
Today, I still am barefoot---
Oh, how I love it all!
by Nona Keen Duffy
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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