Monday, October 19, 2009

Enjoying October


We went to hunt for chestnuts
One fine October day,
And in the windy country
We wandered far away.

We built a fire of brush-wood
Beneath the sheltering hill,
Among the rustling corn-shocks
The wind was never still.

We played that we were gypsies,
Who never sleep in beds,
But lie beside their fires
With stars above their heads.

But when the air grew frosty,
Beneath the chestnut tree
We filled our bags and baskets,
And hastened home to tea.

-- K. Pyle

1 comment:

Kylie said...

That is a wonderful fall poem!