“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood…” Every week my fourth-grade teacher passed out our poetry sheets, printed in fragrant purple, from the mimeograph machine. Though I disliked memorization, many of the poems, like this one—”A Vagabond Song” by Bliss Carman—have stuck with me for years. I particularly loved the…
[Susan Kimmel Wright] A Special Autumn Recipe
“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood…” Every week my fourth-grade teacher passed out our poetry sheets, printed in fragrant purple, from the mimeograph machine. Though I disliked memorization, many of the poems, like this one—”A Vagabond Song” by Bliss Carman—have stuck with me for years. I particularly loved the…
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