Another Glorious Autumn Is On the Way

When I look up at the pristine Colorado sky, And see flocks of Canadian geese on the fly, And watch squirrels hide their winter's fare in a secret cache, Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way! When the harvest moon graces the sky with its lustrous glow, And at dawn I see Pikes Peak gleamin' with a dustin' of snow, And view the golden leaves of aspen trees upon the distant brae, Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way! When the old ash tree on my lawn assumes its robe of amber, Anon, strewin' the lawn with fallin' leaves t'wards late September, And see golden punkins with a tad of frost at dawnin' of the day, Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way! When the nights are cool and I need an extra blanket on the bed, And note that the robins and all their friends to the south have fled, And when I see anxious farmers harvestin' taters, corn and hay, Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way! When apples are ripe for pickin' (after the worms have had their share), And I've stored the lawn mower and at last can enjoy my rockin' chair, And I sense that Old Sol is risin' later and settin' earlier every day, Then I know that once again a glorious autumn is on the way! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved