Grand Haven Daily Tribune October 28, 1909




The autumn of the year has come—

Dull, hazy skies are here;

A change has come o’er Nature’s face,

And winter months are near:—

Oh, what a change from summer time,

When earth was fair and bright;

When all the fields were dressed in green,

And glad scenes blessed our sight.


But now the skies are thickly veiled,

For days and weeks together;

The falling leaves, and latter rain,

All tell of colder weather:—

The murmur of the dear old Lake—

The low-voiced drowsy streams—

The ripe’ning fruit on tree and vine,

Are crowning Labor’s dreams!


It must be, that the present year

Is surely in the wane;

For all the farmers’ sheds and barns,

Are filled with hay and grain.

Jack Frost has plied his magic art,

On garden, farm and wold:

What wondrous pictures hath he wrought,

And framed them all in gold!


See where the Sumach’s blushes fall,

Upon the rusty ground;

And where the dogwood’s handsome fringe,

Is also spread around:—

Soon, all along our western coast,

Great waves will rise and fall;

And battlements of solid ice,

Stand like a mighty wall!


Dire storms will come from Mackinaw,

And lash these western shores;

High winds, will bring great sheets of snow,

Up to our very doors!

The heavens above, will soon be filled

With glistening flakes of frost;

And they will swarm like living things,

Until from sight, they’re lost!



And still, in all my autumn dreams,

I see a future year;

When balmy air, and lovely flowers,

Will surely greet us here!


Grand Haven, Mich.

October, A. D. 1909



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