Indian Summer

Original Text: 
Wilfred Campbell, Lake lyrics and other poems (Saint John, N.B.: J. & A. McMillan, 1889): 113. See Early Canadiana Online.
1Along the line of smoky hills
2    The crimson forest stands,
3And all the day the blue-jay calls
4    Throughout the autumn lands.
5Now by the brook the maple leans
6    With all his glory spread,
8    Have turned their green to red.
9Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
10    Or past some river's mouth,
11Throughout the long, still autumn day
12    Wild birds are flying south.


7] sumachs: possibly Rhus typhina, the staghorn sumach, a small tree that turns bright red in the autumn. Thanks to Wasyl Sydorenko for identifying this plant. Back to Line
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Ian Lancashire
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