'On My Drive Home' Poem by Linda Winchell

Smiley faces drawn by tiny fingers
on car windows with steam of breath.
Car windows filled with children's faces
with their noses on glass firmly pressed.

Long drives out in the country side
one cold Autumn day.
These are the things I remember
while driving the back roads home today.

Smells of corn while passing farmer's fields
Apple cider scent from some on the floor I'd spilt.
Flowers ending their summers bloom
now sit in yards of wilt.

Scarecrows made of straw and corn stalks
dressed with old coveralls and straw hats.
Pumpkins lining driveways lit
trees hanging with black plastic bats.

Rest in peace pretend head stones rest
announcing their spookiness for Trick or Treat.
All these thoughts come rushing in
of those times I wish I could again repeat.