[Vision2020] Merry Autumn

[Tom Hansen]

Merry Autumn

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell     
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,     
Because the year is dying. 

Such principles are most absurd,—     
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird     
To make a solemn autumn. 

In solemn times, when grief holds sway     
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray     
Will then be used in dressing. 

Now purple tints are all around;     
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground     
From modest green to yellow. 

The seed burrs all with laughter crack     
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black     
Are all decked out in crimson. 

A butterfly goes winging by;     
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,     
Is bubbling o’er with laughter. 

The ripples wimple on the rills,     
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,     
And laughs among the grasses. 

The earth is just so full of fun     
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run     
The heavens seem to rain it. 

Don’t talk to me of solemn days     
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,     
And these grow slant and slender. 

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—     
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer     
Just melts into thanksgiving.

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Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .

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Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho

“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”
- Roy E. Stolworthy
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