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Listen! 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




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