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Poem
October 27, 1955
West Side News
Columbus, Franklin County, Ohio
What is this article about?
Poem by Celestia Castoe describing a vivid autumn valley scene with colorful trees, corn shocks, pumpkins, and southward birds, cherished in memory after October days pass.
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In Passing
WHEN OCTOBER DAYS ARE GONE
As we wound around the road
And came up over the hill,
A gorgeous sight to behold
Made the heart almost stand still!
Below was the wide, rich valley:
Some corn already in shock.
The trees, a riot of color,
Topped a winding ridge of rock.
Golden pumpkins on the vine;
The sun gleaming bright over all;
Birds were flying southward,
Sure harbingers of the fall.
A picture, this, to cherish
When October days are gone,
Its beauty forever ours,
In poignant memory lives on.
Celestia Castoe.
WHEN OCTOBER DAYS ARE GONE
As we wound around the road
And came up over the hill,
A gorgeous sight to behold
Made the heart almost stand still!
Below was the wide, rich valley:
Some corn already in shock.
The trees, a riot of color,
Topped a winding ridge of rock.
Golden pumpkins on the vine;
The sun gleaming bright over all;
Birds were flying southward,
Sure harbingers of the fall.
A picture, this, to cherish
When October days are gone,
Its beauty forever ours,
In poignant memory lives on.
Celestia Castoe.
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Autumn Valley
October Days
Fall Colors
Nature Memory
Rural Scenery
What entities or persons were involved?
Celestia Castoe
Poem Details
Title
When October Days Are Gone
Author
Celestia Castoe
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
As We Wound Around The Road
And Came Up Over The Hill,
A Gorgeous Sight To Behold
Made The Heart Almost Stand Still!
Below Was The Wide, Rich Valley:
Some Corn Already In Shock.
The Trees, A Riot Of Color,
Topped A Winding Ridge Of Rock.
Golden Pumpkins On The Vine;
The Sun Gleaming Bright Over All;
Birds Were Flying Southward,
Sure Harbingers Of The Fall.