Memories of Autumn

Written by: Paula Swanson

The Autumn air is memories, hitching a ride on earthy scents. It comes each year upon the breeze, to tease, tantalize or torment. Hitching a ride on earthy scents, along with the tang of wood smoke, to tease, tantalize or torment. Brings a smile to this old cowpoke. Along with the tang of wood smoke, the wafting taste of hot pies in a tin. Brings a smile to this old cowpoke, when momma hollered to come in. The wafting taste of hot pies in a tin. I stand still and listen for the call, when momma hollered to come in. The easy joys of childhood recalled I stand still and listen for the call. It comes each year upon the breeze, the easy joys of childhood recalled. The Autumn air is memories
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