Could Be

I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill So I put a stocking cap on my head I walk through the back yard heading for the woods doing something city boy only wish they could I arrive at my stand and check the direction of the breeze before I climb up ole faithful a dying, dark barked maple tree I make myself comfortable as the sun stretches its arms for the sky producing iridescent colors I live for the outdoor and that's one of the reasons why Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way I begin to think of a tradition My son and I on thanksgiving day. he is still here with me even though last November he passed away I start hearing cars doors shut its coming from over the hill carrying an aroma of cinnamon It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye