For us in
Carnaun National School, Athenry, Autumn is a special time. It is the
Season of Mists
and Mellow Fruitfulness
when we go out through the lanes and fields to gather a harvest of wild
berries, nuts and fruits.
There is a line in the poem
Rich Days
by W. H. Davies –
with mellow pears that cheat
the teeth,
which melt that tongues may suck them in…
and it
reminds us of the lovely Autumn days and the juicy fruit which grows in
abundance around
the Fields of Athenry
This is our favourite poem for this time of the year.
Ode to Autumn
by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow
fruitfulness!
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun:
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more
And still more later flowers the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er brimmed their clammy cells.
Tara H. and Tara
O’R. 26.10.2001
