Poem of the month

Since the month has changed, that means we are memorizing a new poem.  I think we might even be able to get two memorized if we really try.

October

Where the beech and maple grow

Leaves as bright as flowers show,

Every path, and garden bed,

Are ablaze with gold and red.

Down the lane, and through the stiles,

Berries shine for miles and miles,

Hips and haws and nightshade deep,

Do the hedge-rows festal keep.

For your happy wearing see,

Matchless wreaths of briony,

Fairer than a jeweled crown

For a child to gather down.

Now is pleasant work all-day,

In the orchard where you play,

Laden branches bid you sing

Of a plenteous gathering.