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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
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