Where is this year going
It will soon be gone.
All that it did contain,
Hopefully we never see again.
I'm ready for some good fall air,
With pumpkins and Indian corn.
Harvest festival at the church hall
Lots of goodies for one and all.
Every year this time cotton is picked
It's a big machine that does the trick.
And as they haul it up and down the road,
It blows out, covering the ground like snow.
September is here first sign of fall
Leaves on trees turn colors, one and all.
Yellow, gold and brownish hues,
Lay in piles of great profuse.
Late afternoon strolls to come
Gone are the rays of the hot sun.
A cool breeze, blows my hair
Refreshing signs of fall in the air.
It seems to happen overnight
The change in length of daylight.
Shorter days to work and toil
Farmers begin to till the soil.
Refreshing it from the summer crops
Turning up dead roots to the top.
Birds of prey circle the sky,
Looking for food, they swoop and spy.
Lovely days of color and delight
With longer and cooler nights.
Summer ushers in the falls respite
Now is time around the fireplace sit.
So welcome fall, another year
Renewal time, hurray and cheer.
A time for changes in the air
Nature rests, and for winter prepares.
Written by Shirley Barr
September 6th, 2005
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Psalms 1 :3 ~ And he shall be like a tree firmly
planted by the streams of water, ready to bring
forth its fruit in its season; its leaf also shall not
fade or wither; and everything he does shall
prosper. |
