Autumn Again Poem by Raymond Farrell
Autumn Again
Autumn again
With its pleasant temperatures
Vivid colors and harvest bounty
Today, while I sat on the porch
I saw a squirrel
Exit the cornfield across the road
With a full cob of corn in his mouth
Pausing briefly
At the foot of a maple tree
In our yard
Readjusting his grip
Then climbing the tree
Coming to rest
On the first branch
He sat
Enjoying some corn on the cob
For lunch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 11:06:13 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
