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...ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NO LONGER COULD I DOUBT HIM TRUE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PROSOPOPOIA, OR MOTHER HUBBERDS TALE by EDMUND SPENSER ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE OFF BARNEGAT by ETHEL LYNN BEERS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 3 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |