Poem: Autumn

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Autumn

 The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.  The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. 
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