Stories, tales, lies, musings and daily life in the mountains of central Appalachia. Dedicated to the education of the American public on the unique culture of Appalachia.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Come Visit October
"October" by West Virginia poet, Grace Yoke White, from her 1953 book "Unhoarded Gold".
What does it matter if my house is not swept, Or my beds placed to air in a hygenic way? For in through my window a birdcall crept, And a red-throated songster hopped near to say:
"Come, share the joy of the fine autumn weather; The goldenrod gleams near bypaths and roadways; While tall, flaming asters, like purple heather, Keep time as they nod at the birds through the day."
Come stand 'neath the trees, let the leaves drift around you-- The red and the brown, the crimson and gold; Come, roam out of doors, in the sun and the dew; Come, forget that time passes, that days will grow cold.
Come out in the sun and the soft autumn moon; Let's enjoy the bright days and nights as they pass; Come, gather the beauties that fade all too soon; Come out in the open while the season lasts.