September Comments

My third grade class memorized this poem in 1955. My teacher left off the last eight lines. Perhaps she thought the "secret" of that September day was something third graders didn't need to know about.

4th grade 1948 Baltimore, Md. Each student was required to stand up by his or her desk and recite the poem of the week from memory. This is one of my favorites. Perhaps others with similarly remember an annual commemoration of WW I with the poignant words of " In Flanders Fields." I now suspect that some of my teachers may have lost loved ones in that and the subsequent great calamity, something that never, of course, touched my awareness at the time.

I don't understand the meaning of the 25th & 26th line

Assigned to learn this poem 52 years ago in fourth grade, I'm pleased that my memory still holds the beautiful words of this poem and the sensations it brings up in me.

2nd grade...Blackstone Mass.....1946.....Miss Murphy..Lincoln School........this is the poem that haunts me still...I am now approaching 80 and as I fly fish a New England creek.......the rhyme echos in my ears.......The golden rod is yellow has found my nose and eyes.....but the sedges hatching.....still cause the speckled trout to turn into dinner....

September is a very gorgeous poem

I I learned this poem by heart over 70 years ago in 1st grade and still can recite the beginning by heart I have always loved it, perhaps because I am a September baby!

I learned this poem in school I forgot some of the words but never the meaning. It was a joy to be able to pull it up Beautiful

What mesmeric verses... September comes to life and endows with immorality!

My mother's favorite poem also. She and my father got married in September. Sadly, it was also the month in which she died. So for me this poem is bittersweet.

My mother Wilma Foster loved this poem and recited it every September even though she was blind the last ten years of her life. We read this poem at her funeral.

This is an appealing poem!