OCTOBER SONNET by WILLIAM BENJAMIN BREWER

     Migrant purple shade is on the grass,

And sad bird song recalls a spring in fall.

October breeze seems all too soft to last.

And second glance finds purple's reached the wall.

      Worn out leaves retain a faded green,

But some show edges hinting now a red;

Still others in a downward twirl are seen,

Preferring not to wage a futile fight in dread

        Proper is my role within this autumn act:

My wistful soul would join in that bird's song,

My parts fatigues cannot deny the fact

That autumn's cool will turn to ice ere long.

         October is of life the last and best,

But knows that soon will come its final test.

{*Watching Lydia play soccer.)
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From annie: 
It still seems like summer but October begins tomorrow. Ben loved all of Autumn...but especially OCTOBER!!  Ben wrote this while he watched his granddaughter at soccer practice several years ago.   I publish this poem especially for Lydia Grace Brewer, 17 years old.....much loved by Paw Paw.


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