The End of Summer!!

This bag is my last tribute to a beautiful summer.  Rejuvenated and armed with tan, I feel I can face the cold winter ( for some of us at least!).

Read the poem,  enjoy the post, and be merry!!!

Indian Summer by Henry Van Dyke

A soft veil dims the tender skies,

And half conceals from pensive eyes

The bronzing tokens of the fall;

A calmness broods upon the hills,

And summer's parting dream distills

A charm of silence over all.

The stacks of corn, in brown array,

Stand waiting through the placid day,

Like tattered wigwams on the plain;

The tribes that find a shelter there

Are phantom peoples, forms of air,

And ghosts of vanished joy and pain.

At evening when the crimson crest

Of sunset passes down the West,

I hear the whispering host returning;

On far-off fields, by elm and oak,

I see the lights, I smell the smoke,--

The Camp-fires of the Past are burning.

Still, I would would love your input about my last bag for the Summer 2010.

Love,

Samya