It is easy to remember the enchanting month September, With its mellow days, and nights starbright and clear, When Jack Frost starts to make merry then red leaf and scarlet berry And the purpling grape proclaim that autumn’s here! Maples flame upon the grey side of the mountains, and the wayside Golden-rod, gold-hearted asters now adorn: Like old friends returned from places far away we greet their faces As we hasten to the husking of the corn. There are dry leaves for the raking, there are bonfires for the making; There are ruddy apples heaped upon the grass; And in spells of stormy weather, in some attic, barn, together, Oh, how gaily do we make the moments pass! Aye, in sport and happy pastime we were quite forgetting class-time As it swiftly steals upon us unawares, With its sums that must be slated, and its dates that won’t stay dated, And the rocky road to learning’s many snares! Then, as misers hoard their treasure, so we count our days of pleasure, Days that slip away as thread reels off a spool, Till resounding lamentation marks the close of the vacation, As we gather up our books and start for school!

September Monologue from Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces

Rehearse September's monologue