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Autumn trees are bright to view
with leaves turning every shade and hue,
Russet, Brown, Gold, A tinge of green--
All in a vast panoramic scene.
Seasons cone and seasons go,
And I'm sure it's known to all
That with leaves everywhere, we're fully aware
Why this season is known as "FALL"
In Autumn I talk to my trees,
And with them pick my favorite bone.
"Let the wind blow your leaves away;
Please LEAF my lawn alone."
Larry, you DO have a way with words. I love the poem! ... Even if we don't have seasons in California! 