New England Tales in Rhyme
Her Places and Her Cats
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THE TREES OF OCTOBER
There they stand – upon the hill,
Red and gold, majestic, still --
Each year I come for I must see
The painted leaves upon each tree;
How beautiful they are to me.
They know I’ll come,
They call to me across the miles,
“Come, come and see the beauty
of October’s trees.
I think they know that I am here
Admiring them, year after year.
It is for me they give this show
As all their lovely colors glow
With a beauty only October knows;
And I stand and drink in their
beauty,
These, My Trees!
Soon Winter will come to this land
And Jack Frost with his icy hand
Will fashion twigs and
boughs alike
Into a glistening Fairyland.
And in this too, I take delight.
In early Spring I watch the trees.
Though Winter lingers in the North
Gray Pussy Willows venture forth,
Soft and silvery they appear
Like my gray cat’s velvet ears.
No matter what the season be
The trees are here eternally.
But in my heart I know I wait –
Flamboyant Autumn won’t be late;
My trees will call me from the hill
and I won’t hesitate –
For in October when they turn their
leaves to red and gold again
And I see unfold again the magic
of the scene;
A bright peace settles on my soul,
This beauty’s mine! All red
and gold
The Trees of October I behold!
All time stands still, just they and I,
Beneath October’s bright blue sky.
I smile and thank our God for He
Has given us these wondrous trees.
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This book is written to try to make people aware of the beauty that is around them.
I’ve tried to put into words the pleasure I find in
If this book helps you to open the door of your imagination and see in your mind’s-eye what could have taken place in these “Tales in Rhyme,” you should find pleasure in it.
Use your imagination – Follow the Lighthouse Keeper up the sandy road to his home;- see, through the eyes of a child, the parade with General Washington taking command of his troops;- Share the gratitude of “Dutch” the cat who found refuge from the cruel life of a stray.
So, go ahead, - try it –
It’s been written to be shared.
About the Author
I am a native New Englander. I was born in
As history was always a favorite subject, my hobbies include reading – historical novels, sewing, travel and photography. Some years ago I was lucky enough to win First Prize at the Fall River Art Association for a group of three photos I called “The Best of Switzerland.”
For thirty-two years I was employed as a clerk-typist at the Fall River School Department and retired about ten years ago.
My mother instilled in me a love of poetry at an early age. She was always interested in any new poems or songs I learned at school and could quote Longfellow or Whittier, stanza by stanza.
My father could be depended on for stories. He had two imaginary little girls – “Betty and Kate” – and would tell me of their adventures at the park or with a new sled, etc. Also about the Army and how he saw the sunrise over the Blue Ridge Mts. I was awakened once or twice at
My mother and I loved to travel. We took bus tours and independent tours.
When I learned to drive we headed for
I love animals – all animals – but I do have a special feeling for cats. I admire their graceful movements, their companionship, and yes, their sense of humor. They can give you a lift and a laugh. I appreciate the unconditional love they return to you for the home that you share with them.