Summer's fever broke

Wild asters linger alone

A cool twilight chill

 Of pride and power

The best measure of the man

Is made from below

 First, be curious

Then go out and find what's there

Accept the wonder

 White-sailed corsairs

With their rigs full billowing

Chase across the sky

 She can't help but run

The lawn under her bare feet

Then a somersault!

 Take morning outside

Find a grassy spot with shade

Watch the children run 

 Pilgrims and paupers

Sharing a fire by the creek

Mutton on trenchers

From the fields to you

Market bustle and bouquet 

Sweet corn and notions

Comes the bloody orb

An ecliptic shadow stalks

The wolf eats the moon