Leaves Are Strewn
Leaves are strewn
All over the ground,
There's not a safe place
To be found.
The animals are in hiding
Throughout the thick bush,
Apples are on the ground for deer
There's no need to push.
Walking through trails
Feeling the cool, fall breeze,
I silently look around
All I see are fallen leaves.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.3/2006
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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