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For a Child of 1918
My grandfather said to me
as we sat on the wagon seat,
“Be sure to remember to always
speak to everyone you meet.”
We met a stranger on foot.
My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat.
“Good day, sir. Good day. A fine day.”
And I said it and bowed where I sat.
Then we overtook a boy we knew
with his big pet crow on his shoulder.
“Always offer everyone a ride;
don’t forget that when you get older,”
my grandfather said. So Willy
climbed up with us, but the crow
gave a “Caw!” and flew off. I was worried.
How would he know where to go?
But he flew a little way at a time
from fence post to fence post, ahead;
and when Willy whistled he answered.
“A fine bird,” my grandfather said,
“and he’s well brought up. See, he answers
nicely when he’s spoken to.
Man or beast, that’s good manners.
Be sure that you both always do.”
When automobiles went by,
the dust hid the people’s faces,
but we shouted “Good day! Good day!
Fine day!” at the top of our voices.
When we came to Hustler Hill,
he said that the mare was tired,
so we all got down and walked,
as our good manners required.
September is a month
When nature is slowing down
It is the onset of autumn
When the leaves are turning brown
Birds start their migration
In flocks of every kind
A majestic synchronization
A sight that will blow you mind
The hedgerows in all their glory
With spectacles of colour so bright
All the days getting shorter
As the days give into night
The squirrels scurrying around
Rummaging through the leaves
Collecting building material
For their nests up in the trees
The nights become colder
The frost will appear on the ground
Nature starts to go to sleep
Leaves fall silently without a sound
The harvest all been gathered in
The farmers ploughing their field
Sowing all their winter seed
For next years harvest yield
Autumn prepares for the winter
That will freeze all within
Keeping nature cosy and warm
Until the onset of spring