On a September day as I sit
on my front porch
watching the yellow leaves
fall ever so fast
from an old black walnut tree
my daddy planted in the past,

On a September day as I sit
I think where did the summer go
it just did not seem to last
look at the hummingbird
stopped to take a sip or two
from my feeder
he know summer is about through,

On a September day as I sit
on my front porch
the hot sun feel so good
as it beat down upon my feet
I know soon I will have to move over
to let winter take my seat
I will miss picking fresh green beans
from my garden with a
tomato or two
I feel sad because
summer nearly through,

On a September day as I sit
on my front porch
frogs frogs I watch hop everywhere
who but me really cares
crickets have now arrived
as I love watching them jump
out side,
the bees are gathering there honey
and closing up there nest
soon the cool air will arrive
bees know what best,

On a September day as I sit
on my front porch
it not to late to go
out to a fair or fest
pick up a beautiful purple mum
to plant in my flower bed
I always remember God in control
just like my life
Happy Fall to you all
I think enough said.