I've always loved introducing my students to autumn poetry during our colorful autumn in New England. One of my favorites is Bliss Carmen's "Vagabond Song". Carmen, a Canadian, captures the true essence of autumn in his hauntingly beautiful poem. The music in this YouTube video is a perfect fit for it. Take a minute to immerse yourself in the glory of autumn.
A Vagabond Song
by Bliss Carmen
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
A Vagabond Song
by Bliss Carmen
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
Another Favorite Autumn Poem!
Download a supplemental literature and grammar skills activity to use with
Clay Harrison's poem "Autumn is Nature's Masterpiece"
There is a handout for students and a teacher's answer key.
Clay Harrison's poem "Autumn is Nature's Masterpiece"
There is a handout for students and a teacher's answer key.
Practice identifying elements of literature and polish those grammar skills!
Fall Poem Activity Literary Elements Grammar Skills with Answer Key - Ann Marie Smith - TeachersPayTeachers.com
Autumn is Nature’s Masterpiece
by Clay Harrison
Autumn is Nature's masterpiece
When every tree's aglow;
Before the leaves have fallen
And the hills are white with snow.
The bounty of the harvest
Is a treasure to behold,
For the fruits of our labor
Are more valuable than gold.
There's a change in the weather
That fills the heart with cheer;
With the holidays approaching
In the twilight of the year.
There's a feeling of thanksgiving
That comes to one and all;
When we count our many blessings
As the leaves begin to fall.
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