Such small wonders this autumn yields... watch the squirrel busily collecting nuts stashing them away for winter's depths let's hope he remembers where they are
The apple trees heavily laden, branches sag ponies happily munching at the wind falls tractors hard at work bringing in the crops piling it up in the barns, ready for winter
Lazy smoke drifting from the chimney pots carrying heavenly smells of roasting meats cattle lowing, announcing it is milking time I drink it all in and feel very happy to be alive
written 08/13/2013
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
the challenge here was to take a line from another poets work and write a new poem I used Barbara Gorelick's poem
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