Come walk with me
Down Maple street
Colors bright
Leaves so deep
Still crispy cold as
The ground’s still hard
Old Syrus out raking
In the old church yard
I always get an
Ache in my heart
As we head t’ward
A brand new start
Just breathe in the smell
Of earth so sweet
Hear the crunchiness of leaves
Beneath our feet
The old is fading
And the new is near
And that’s what’s so special
This time of year!
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Enjoyed the walk Marilyn. Thank you. Hugs, Diane