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By Gary James Smith
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September you've come and gone

And leafed us with your splendor
The changing colours of the guard
Remind us of your Sender
The ninth month of the year
Days being numbered thirty
The twenty-second is my favorite
Because it is my birthday
School children remember well
This month means the end of slumber
For wakey, wakey is the call
To whomsoever has their number
New beginnings to the year
Three months before its finish
Some extra time for education
We trust it won't diminish
As we await the rain and wind
And then alas the snow
For every leaf has fallen down
Giving us a window
Now we see what has been hidden
The grass is turning brown
September leaves us with preparation
For when winter comes to town
A favorite month it has been to me
One of which I most remember
What is that month again, o yes
It is the month of September
Copyright Gary James Smith
Sept. 27,2012 @ 8.30 a.m.

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Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

About the Poet
I came to know the Lord as my personal Saviour in January of 1972. I was married on Oct 21,1966 to my wife Linda who also loves the Lord. We have ten children and now twenty-four grand children. In Aug 2012 we got the announcement of the birth of our first GREAT grand child (a baby girl). I was thrilled to find others of like precious faith and belief in Jesus Christ. Hallelujah! What a Savior! I am presently living in Champion, Alberta, Canada but we are originally from Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada. That is where the poem Canadian Tribute to America was birthed. One Sunday as I walked across the city on my way to church I came to the top of a hill and looked across at Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. After watching the events of the Sept 11 tragedy it was weighing on my heart and mind and the Lord gave me these words. We came to Calgary and when my oldest daughter saw this poem she said, �Dad, what�s this?� and I said a poem and she replied �Dad, that�s not a poem , that�s a song� and she then went to the piano and began to sing and play it. The result of which turned into a song entitled, A Canadian Tribute to America which she recorded on CD. garyjamessmith2005@yahoo.ca

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