Last Walk Of
Fall
Hotdogs and marshmallows roasted over an open flame
Makes you
want to do everything all over again.
People walking by with smiles as they pass,
How can one
make this fabulous day last?
Dry leaves swirling and falling down
Make a
crunching noise as we walk around.
A walk on a path to a bench we call ours
Where we take in the view for
hours and hours.
At
the top of a
hill, at the end of the day
With others we wait for the sunset
display.
Colors collide as the clouds float by,
And
the majesty of it puts a tear in one's
eye.
The
oh's, and the ah's, as the sun
slips out of sight
Makes one thankful for being alive on this
night.
It is time to depart, though we would like to stay,
What a perfect
ending to a wonderful day.
~"Last Walk Of Fall" by 'P. L.
B.'~