I hear her gentle voice calling to me
on a cool October's night.
I hear her voice echoing
through the trees, and
gently blowing through
her autumn's breeze.
Yes, I do believe in October's
Country and her beloved spirit
of freedom. Under the mantle
covering of Jesus Christ,
God's only beloved son.
October...come she will,
but she lasts only a few days
and then she will fade away
into the months of November
and December too. Oh I
really do believe in you.
October, is the month of my birth,
you see which is one reason why
I call myself, October Country.
October, she will fly away
only to become born again
She experiences a new birth
about this time next year.
September 23,2014
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