Summer’s Last Stand

A dash of crimson in the swamp

      A tingle of coming brown,

Proclaims that autumn’s flag is up

      And summer’s flag is down.

Good bye fair summer, you were brave

      And fought a gallant fight;

But autumn’s guns have driven you

      From off your verdant height.

Soon will his blood-red field display

      The cost of victory;

And but a buried memory

      Fair summer will you be!

A dash of crimson in the swamp,

      And then you disappear.

Good bye sweet Joan of Arc,

      The hero of the year.

Sept. 5, 1910

Thursday, Sept. 8, ‘10