Autumn,
A time of cool days,
And cooler nights,
Autumn when a million leaves,
Million leaves take flight,
As they flutter down,
And land so light.
Autumn days,
Are shorter now,
Harvest is in,
Now fields are plowed.
Soon Autumn will be past,
And Winter's spell,
Will be cast,
Autumn is a special time,
To watch Nature's color,
And write down words,
Wonderful words that rhyme.
Autumn, so many colors,
Painted by a special brush,
Held my the Masters hand,
As He spreads His beauty,
Across this wonderful land.
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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