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Just the sun and people around.

Some work, some play Others hope for another day.

But a fall day is something To behold for it seems to Make some overbold.

Some folks strut and Show off on time, Others seem to stay closer And relish the day.

Why oh why is it that Every nice fall day, Some nut must mow, rake, Or use those darn power tools?

I ain't religious, I do not Do church. But the Sabbath Is one of complete bliss?

It is a day of peace, A day to reflect, And if the family is at hand It's a day to enjoy overly so. For not many of these days Will most of us know?

Tis football season, yes I know. Comes so early and oh gosh What shows? So garish, So stupid, and so much put on. But why did I watch and Waste my time?

For walking around in the yard, Signs of fall are all out to see. The pumpkins are near ripe The gourds about grown The tomatoes so large, But not yet ripe. Oh what A gorgeous sight.

The tree leaves are Starting to brown. While other bushes Seem to say, Wow! Tis time for me to rest.

And the birds, oh yes The birds it seems, Act so funny and Do such odd things. They know, oh yes They know. Afore Long it will snow.

The sun this morning Was mighty far south, For it barely light On the far side of the house.

The summer flowers are oh So tired. They say it is Time for a rest. But the mums And some of their kind, Oh they are growing In overtime.

Well, I suppose for Me, tis time to think Of the big change.

Gosh maybe next week I will need to put On shoes. And in the evening I'll bet, a sweater will Feel fine. And of course The long trousers Will come off the line.

So I'd best go and Check all the rest, And make sure Ma knows it too. So that big old quilt shows Up on the bed, And warmth we will know.

(TOMWYO: Sept12,99)





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