Indian Summer is technically a fabulous warm sunny day in fall after the first frost. We've just had 3 days of Indian Summer in a row! They were a gift that reminded me of my favourite fall poem! We had to memorize it in Grade 4 and I still can recite it word for word! (Just don't ask me anything you told me yesterday!!) I love the imagery! I have taught this poem to Grade 3's and their illustrations are amazing.
William Wilfred Campbell (1858?-1918)
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
Mother of Invention, still lovin' it!