Indian Summer

by Wilfred Campbell

Along the line of smoky hills

The crimson forest stands,

And all the day the blue jay calls

Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans

With all his glory spread,

And all the sumachs on the hills

Have turned their green to red.

Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,

Or past some river's mouth,

Throughout the long, still autumn day

Wild birds are flying south.

~ Wilfred Campbell (1860 - 1918) Canadian, known as a Confederation Poet.

We are grateful to Laurie Miller, author of The Avro Arrow A Picture History for drawing to our attention this beautiful poem by Canadian poet, Wilfred Campbell.

The Story of The Avro Arrow ~ How it was the pride of Canadian inventions and came to be a cancelled project.  The controversy surrounding the Avro continues to this day.  Over 100 photographs.  Signed copies available at The Neat Little Bookshop.  ~ Lawrence Miller lives in Caledonia, Ontario.