How I love the autumn days
With sharp and chilly breeze
The summer flowers nodding
In the last of summer's ease;

The bright and golden dawns
And the warm sun shinning bright
Enormous harvest moon
Sits on the shoulder of the night;

The fireflies are gone now
As I gaze out on the fields
That were once filled with bounty
'Fore the farmer took its' yields;

The farm of my childhood days
I always loved the Fall
I'd watch the Canada's flying high
And my grandfather's geese would cry;

Playing in the fodder
Was a wild, fun thing to do
How the rooster would wake you up
With his cock-a-doodle-do!

Sitting in the porch swing
Listening to my grandma sing
The smells of her pies baking
And the dinner bell would ring!

The hooting of the horned owl
Those autumn days of old
The memories of my childhood
My mind will always hold....

(c) M. Linda Steffey 1990

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