23.10.2025
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Tis Nature’s Call (Inspired by Emily Dickinson)
The corn is husked, the fields laid bare,
The geese are flying fast—
Tis nature’s call to gather close
Before the cold has passed.
The orchard sleeps, the clouds roll on,
The trees let go their gold—
A whispered hush of thankfulness
Beneath the season’s fold.
A more poetic option for middle school or high school students—perfect for a discussion of rhythm and seasonal symbolism.
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