When the Crickets Sing In September

7 Sept 08 7:01 AM When the crickets sing in September My heart smiles as I remember. Sweet mountain moments of childhood Of fall time harvest and firewood. Picking apples then trimming the trees The buzzing sound of thousands of bees. Chestnuts and walnuts and musky morning dew Clearing the garden and canning too. Fall time bon fire of burning brush Cold crisp air and the migrating rush. The old jeep knocking and chain saw buzzing Pole ax whacking and fire wood stacking. Beautiful colors everywhere Dogs barking and running here and there. The killing frost and first snowflakes Roasting turky and pies that were baked. These fond memories are a treasure Much greater than one can ever measure. Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009