I sit under the sacred Harvest moon,
bathing in it's silvery ethereal light,
drinking of the magical potion of
wonderful remembrance and glorious nights.
I lean against a dark shadowy tree recalling
of all the things I've done and find that
the greatest thing I ever did was to fall
madly and deeply in love with you!
Donavon Scott Vinson
~~~I sit and think of my wonderful Margaret all
the lovely night long.~~