ACROSS the meadow in brooding shadow
I walk to drink of the autumn’s wine—
The charm of story, the artist’s glory,
To-day on these silvering hills is mine;
On height, in hollow, where’er I follow,
By mellow hillside and searing sod,
Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,
I see the glimmer of golden-rod.
In this latest comer the vanished summer
Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
And bids us remember in late September
What beauty mates with the passing year.
The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,
And life is near to the heart of God,
And the peace of heaven to earth is given
In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.
Montgomery, L.M. “In the days of the golden rod.” The Watchman and other poems. Toronto: McClelland Goodchild & Stewart, 1916. 79.
LM Montgomery: The Norval Years 
Hello, you may be interested to know that Georgetown Globe Production is presenting Anne of Green Gables, the musical, in Novemeber 2015 at the John Elliott Theatre. I will be happy to send you digital poster or banner so you can share with your audiences and LMM’s fans.