the geese are on the wing
and everywhere the world awaits
the chill that autumn brings
The windows in the house and barn
are etched with broken lace
the ice is on the water trough
a smile warms every face
Down in the garden, by the gate
The ripened pumpkins lie
Twixt dying vines they now await
Thanksgivings pumpkin pie
For harvest moon and country air
We thank Thee God of love
For friends and family and bright hearth
Our praise ascends above.
by~ Mrs Darling
2 comments:
That gave me goosebumps...your words captured autumn just the way it is. thank you for this wonderful poem!
excellent!!
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