Fall Heading South Poem by Thomas Plotz

The big tall Oaks have lost most of the leaves
They once have worn; almost bare down to the twigs
And branches on this late September morn.

Just a few stragglers left waving in the breeze;
Too give you comfort that October is near and almost here.

The Cottonwoods still have a full coat of green.
Soon enough will turn a golden color of, fall.
Then break free and drift like
Cottonwood Cotton, does in spring time.

Down to the grass below; down to the rivers and streams.
Down past the Mason Dixon line;
Where it's warmer all the time.

Drift like a snowbird heading south.
White pelicans soaring high, flying in formation;
Following the river wide, to the southern open sea.

Their bound for open water in Alabama, Florida,
And Mississippi and Mexican waters too.
Fly free little leafs.

9-28-2014
T. Plotz