OCTOBER OH YOU VAIN ONE
WITH YOUR COLORS ALL ABLAZE
HOW WE LANGUER IN THE SPLENDER
OF YOUR INDIAN SUMMER DAYS

JACK FROST PAYS HIS VISITS
AND LEAVES EACH DAWN A DAZZLING WHITE
HE'S AN ARTIST WITH A MAGIC BRUSH
PAINTING COLORS BOLD AND BRIGHT

THE AUTUMN HAZE SURROUNDS US
OVER MOUNTAIN FIELD AND STREAMS
THE HARVEST IS COMPLETED
GRANARIES BURSTING AT THE SEAMS

ALL CREATURES WOK WITH FEVERSIH HASTE
LAYING UP THEIR WINTERS HOARD
FOR SURVIVAL EACH MUST GATHER
FROM THE BOUNTY OF YOUR BOARD

THE BIRDS ARE GATHERING UP THE FLOCKS
AND SAD WILL BE THE DAY
WHEN THE COLD NORTH WINDS OF WINTER
SENDS THEM SOUTHWARD ON THEIR WAY

WE MUST DRINK IN ALL YOUR SUNSHINE
AND TO YOUR MEMORIES WE'LL CLING
THROUGH THE LONG COLD DAYS OF WINTER
UNTIL THE COMING OF THE SPRING

OTTO STOREY AUG 2, 1977