September Poem by Steve Howard

Then came my friend September,
who took me by the hand,
and we sang a sweet September song,
as we strolled across the land.
Our paths were bright, complete delight,
from morn till end of day.
Our souls were filled, our hearts were thrilled,
to see Autumn on display.
At last September said, with nodding head,
"I've grown too sleepy now to play,
but I'll be waiting here, for you next year,
when again you come this way.