Leon Autrey Poems

What will they do with your saddle
Who will be wearing your spurs
And who will use your old bridle
When your time is done on this earth.
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The leaves are brown and gold now
And beginning to fall to the ground
Time goes by so fast, I marvel at how
Summer sped by so quickly, I didn't hear the sound
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When my sons were a little to small
They thought they were big and tall
They worked hard, they had that fry
But put me on the spot when they asked "Why"
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