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Autumn Drive

Cascading grapevine and woodbine of red,
decorate the brown roadside bank.
When elm and ash appear gray and dead,
these longer lived climbers we thank.

Blackberry brambles, red vivid sumac,
skirting fence rows the mower has missed,
too far into autumn now to come back,
faded sunflowers are by the frost kissed.

Four wheels go whirring down country roads;
we can savor the autumn display.
Our worries behind, leaving the loads,
this nostalgic and colorful day.

Who grants such days to reminisce,
share humor, thoughts of life and love?
The Father, inventor of simple bliss,
foretaste small of delights above.

10/18/2015 Carol Welch
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