Autumn

Autumn San Diego, CaHjf- Hazy mists hang o'er the valley, Smoky veils the mountains hide; Ripened fruits and yellow sunflowers, Gorgeous tints on every side. Silv'ry frost gleams on the meadow, In the light of early morn, Like the gold in sands of ocean Peep the ears from shocks of corn. In the stubble, quails are calling, Cooing doves are whispering low, Bees have stopped their honey storing And oaks are feeding mistletoe. Crows caw from the blasted cedar, Ants are hurrying here and there; Housewives to their jams and jellies Give an extra thought and care. Southward fly the birds of Summer, Chilly winds sweep o'er the lea ; Bringing messages from Winter To each bud and leaf and tree. Spring and Summer bring their gladness Bluest skies and greenest sod; But Autumn heaps the ripened fruitage And crowns the year with Golden Rod. D. C. Retslojj