On a September Day As I Sit

On a September day as I sit on my front porch watching the yellow leaves fall ever so fast from an old black walnut tree my daddy planted in the past, On a September day as I sit I think where did the summer go it just did not seem to last look at the hummingbird stopped to take a sip or two from my feeder he know summer is about through, On a September day as I sit on my front porch the hot sun feel so good as it beat down upon my feet I know soon I will have to move over to let winter take my seat I will miss picking fresh green beans from my garden with a tomato or two I feel sad because summer nearly through, On a September day as I sit on my front porch frogs frogs I watch hop everywhere who but me really cares crickets have now arrived as I love watching them jump out side, the bees are gathering there honey and closing up there nest soon the cool air will arrive bees know what best, On a September day as I sit on my front porch it not to late to go out to a fair or fest pick up a beautiful purple mum to plant in my flower bed I always remember God in control just like my life Happy Fall to you all I think enough said. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ About this poem: I just feel a little sad when summer end so I put my thoughts on to paper.