The Gallows

I liked this poem right up until the shot about a "better land where there is no October."  What an awful place that would be.  Luckily, I'll never have to live there.

ALL BORN IN OCTOBER
by Francis S. Smith

AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO F.S. STREET

Father, mother, and children three,
All members of one family,
A curious thing indeed to see—
All born in sad October.

No birthday record do they need;
If they the year and day but heed,
The month is very plain indeed—
For each it is October.

All came when leaves were brown and sere,
And nature's face was dark and drear,
The saddest season of the year—
The month of brown October.

But may no envious autumn come
To cast a shadow on their home,
And may their lives be sunshine from
October to October.

Around the white throne may they stand,
A still united, happy band,
When they have reached the " better land,"
Where there is no October.

Father, mother, and children three,
All members of one family,
A curious thing indeed to see-
All born in sad October.