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Creation of a PoemListen! Can you hear the words in your heart? Yes, that's right, it's poetry. Quick! Pencil, Paper. Once upon time…. Oh! No, that won't do! Let's see…..how about autumn. As a cool autumn breeze caresses the tall Oak trees, leaves of many colors, softly tumble to the bosom of mother earth. Orange, yellow, tan and gold, what a lovely way to go. Summer flowers begin to lose their colorful petals for another year, autumn is surely here! The lonely scarecrow still stands in the barren, harvest field. No one notices, no one cares. Loneliness, is his alone to bear. Colorful, butterflies on a cattail, sway in the autumn breeze, as sunshine peeks through the tall oak trees. The shimmering lake is calm, as the end of the day comes. Grain left in the field, welcomed by the noisy crows, caw, caw! Summers gone with the harvest moon, and winter will be here very soon. Autumn is here, the bright moon lights up the cool night, as northern geese wing south, to the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. The echo of that lonesome whistle blowing, as old 429 speeds down the track, it will be a week or more before it gets back. Sights, sounds, and the smell of burning leaves, bear are the limbs of the tall oak trees Life is good in autumn's arms, people and nature for the last time bond, for you see, winter has none of autumn's charms. Jackie R. Kays © 9/23/11 Vote for this poem
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