Featured Poem
Harvest Moon by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanesAnd roofs of villages, on woodland crestsAnd their aerial neighborhoods of nestsDeserted, on the curtained window-panesOf rooms where children sleep, on country lanesAnd harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests! Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,With the last sheaves return the…