The Overture Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Overture

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October's orchestra plays softly on
The northern forest with its thousand strings,
And Autumn, the conductor wields anon
The Golden-rod-- The baton that he swings.

Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,october
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