Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow–follow, oh-oh
– Try to Remember, Lyrics by Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.
– Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885
Our paradigm now seems to be: Something terrible happened to us on September 11, and that gives us the right to interpret all future events in a way that everyone else in the world must agree with us. And if they don’t, they can go straight to hell. – Bill Clinton
September means…..
School,
Effort, and
Play.
Trying your best
Each hour of the day,
Making new friends,
Being good as you can
Exciting discoveries,
Reading books with a friend.
– Boni Fulgham
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt,
evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. – Alexander Theroux
But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on. – Robert Finch
My favourite poem is the one that starts ‘Thirty days hath September’ because it actually tells you something. – Groucho Marx
No matter how hard we try words simply cannot express the horror, the shock, and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on Tuesday morning. September 11 will go down in our history as a day to remember. – Billy Graham
In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November. – Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus
Autumn carries more gold in its hand than all the other seasons. – Jim Bishop
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away…. -Earth, Wind, and Fire, “September”
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