The Season Has Come Poem by Tasha Humphrey
The Season Has Come
The orange, yellow, and red all over the ground.
The crunching beneath my feet.
The sound of the birds in the morning.
I think its here.
The season of rebirth, the season of new life.
Its time to celebrate.
I listen to the morning and feel at peace.
The baby birds sing and the deer play.
I think I'll so and join the cheer of fall.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
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