September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :

September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALELyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent. 4 The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer. 8 LetContinue reading “September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”

INDIAN SUMMER : ROY ORBISON , BARRY GIBB & GATLIN BROTHERS : BARRY GIBB & LARRY GATLIN :

INDIAN SUMMER : Indian summer 🌞 You were a lady . I was a boy running wild . The way that you used everything that God gave you . I gave you my heart like a child . One moment you took me to heaven . Took me back to earth and then before IContinue reading “INDIAN SUMMER : ROY ORBISON , BARRY GIBB & GATLIN BROTHERS : BARRY GIBB & LARRY GATLIN :”

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