August and September 2007.
This summer, with August, was varying;
We've had a summer of both shine and rain.
But are all Augusts, quite, ever the same?
A fine, bountiful harvest, it did bring,
And September completed the reaping.
So, we've not, every, cause to complain,
Of what the seasons did, for us, ordain,
And maybe there's, yet, some for rejoicing.
August, with this Sept, has now formed a blend.
There has been golden corn and rare, ripe fruit;
As well as open spots for country walks;
Which fair providence, so often, sends.
Hardly can we, thus, completely refute,
Those treasures that plants bear on their stems.
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