Autumn

Autumn days hev got around,

     Leaves are gold and red;

Apples gathered frum the trees,

     Punkins in the shed.

Cider drippin’ frum the cheese,

     Sweet an’ red an’ clear;

Nuts spread o’er the garret floor –

     Autumn days are here.

Autumn days hev got around,

     Jack Frost takes a-hold;

Fires a-blazin’ on the hearth,

     Ev’nin’s growin’ cold.

Quiltin’ time an’ huskin’ bees,

     Farmin’ tools at rest;

Popcorn, apples, cider, games –

     Autumn nights are best.

Sept. 9, 1901