The month is September
The days getting short
The summer is ended
We now head for port
Spring is a wonder
Whose colours abound
The life that was dormant
Explodes all around
Summer is awesome
Robbing the night
Exposing with splendour
The treasures of light
Fall is reflection
If virtue we find
The days of September
Is one golden line
Winter's endurance
The climax of fall
But it's always September
When comes the first call
Copyright
Harold Rideout
The days getting short
The summer is ended
We now head for port
Spring is a wonder
Whose colours abound
The life that was dormant
Explodes all around
Summer is awesome
Robbing the night
Exposing with splendour
The treasures of light
Fall is reflection
If virtue we find
The days of September
Is one golden line
Winter's endurance
The climax of fall
But it's always September
When comes the first call
Copyright
Harold Rideout