OLD October's purt' nigh gone, And the frosts is comin' on Little @3heavier@1 every day -- Like our hearts is thataway! Leaves is changin' overhead Back from green to gray and red, Brown and yeller, with their stems Loosenin' on the oaks and e'ms; And the balance of the trees Gittin' balder every breeze -- Like the heads we're scratchin' on! Old October's purt' nigh gone. I love Old October so, I can't bear to see her go -- Seems to me like losin' some Old-home relative er chum -- 'Pears like sort o' settin' by Some old friend 'at sigh by sigh Was a-passin' out o' sight Into everlastin' night! Hickernuts a feller hears Rattlin' down is more like tears Drappin' on the leaves below -- I love Old October so! Can't tell what it is about Old October knocks me out! -- I sleep well enough at night -- And the blamedest appetite Ever mortal man possessed, -- Last thing et, it tastes the best! -- Warnuts, butternuts, pawpaws, 'Iles and limbers up my jaws Fer raal service, sich as new Pork, spareribs, and sausage, too. -- Yit, fer all, they's somepin' 'bout Old October knocks me out! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |