OCTOBER
Now October you are here
And old mother snow is near.
With her downy blanket on her arm
To cover the seedlings from all harm.
September with beauty bedecked every tree
But when you came sweeping across the bare lee,
You stripped off their garments of copper and gold
And through their cold sinews your cold voice doth scold.
Many creatures and plants you have killed since you came,
But still we can’t say the cold’s all your blame,
For November will soon put you out of your place
And December will win in the end of the chase.
B. Herbison
Tullygrawley School
October 1931