There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
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My mother and I recited this year's ago now I recite it over the grave every fall thanks
I love this poem. I first heard it in the 7th grade, and it described perfectly the way I feel about autumn; and the way my blood stirs in autumn.
I remember this poem when was a child in grade four in 1939 at Macdonald High School. My teacher, Shirley Osborn, was also very moved by this poem and read it to us. I still recall the words she read.
His poems ate so evocative and rich in emotion I love several of them.
Oh, what a lovely poem in all its textures and word choices and rhythm - -this goes on my Favorite list.
Amazing flow of imagery, rhyme and emotions. Enjoyed reading the meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem lilts and calls us by name! I am totally captivated by the talent
Beautiful poem. In fall and spring vega bond spirit hits high and we follow it no doubt.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Very beautiful imagination fantastically written poem.
Like a cry but, with hope; going through the pains of life. Nice work.
A sweet vagabond song with simple but interesting words
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name..................wow
I have to learn this poem for class! 👍🏻