| The wind swooped down from the north,
Snatched the few remaining leaves from the Trees, then howled in glee as they Floundered about, reluctant to join their fallen Comrades on the cold ground. Today the proud old maple tree suddenly Released her leaves like a gentle shower of rain they pattered down, covering The ground with a thick, soft, yellow carpet. Sounds from childhood: The snort of horses in the lantern-lit barn on a Cold, snow night. Muffled by the coziness of a barn full Of hay, the cow's soft low as they call To their calves. Forks full of hay falling down from the loft. Eager cows stretching over stations to Snatch a wisp of hay with outstretched tongue. A young lady stepped out in the street Saying a crisp winter day can't be beat But when she stepped on the ice What she said wasn't nice So that word I'll have to delete. The timber was filled with the plaintive Moaning of the cicadas protesting their Fate of being doomed to spend 17 years in The dark recesses of the earth. The icicles shivering under the eaves Sparkled gratefully as the sun embraced Them with its gentle rays then wept Bitter tears when they realized it was A false friend bent on destroying them. My friend, I really do cherish I don't mind he sometimes is bearish But how I do wish My M& M dish He'd leave full instead of empty-ish. I takes a heal of 'livin' To make a house of home. And when that house became a home Nobody wants to roam. And with all that "homey living' Many things will need repair And'livin'is less expensive If a handyman lives there! Things I Cherish The sparkle of snow on a moon light night. The blue of an October sky. The soft breeze of an April morn. The gold of a November dawn. The hush of the mornings before the Birds begin their songs. |