September Poem by Justin Reamer

the ninth month of the year,
which was supposed to be the seventh
on the Roman calendar
until Caesars Two put their names on it,
and 'tis the month of fall,
when the leaves begin to change colour,
and the temperature becomes cooler,
and everything becomes beautiful,
and 'tis the month of the worker,
for Labour Day is here,
in which people get a day off
in memory of all of their hard work,
and 'tis the month of
my mother's birthday,
my brother's birthday,
and my little sister's birthday,
which is all very special,
and all very good,
for 'tis a good month.