Autumn

In a quiet town Of small shops Ice cream And American flags I feel the wind Shifting from Summer breeze To Autumn chill. Holding a drink I marvel at the colors The sunlight brings To my eyes A mystery I can never explain. Like a greedy child I drink it all Feeling its warm caress Drift aimlessly downward In my time I've had mountains full of ideas And good memories That I keep Close to my heart I now realize Life did not change I did And what I need now Are good friends, Honest talks And simpler times.

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K K Iloduba Jnr

Date: 10/2/2009 4:11:00 PM

simply great!cheers.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 9/12/2009 1:52:00 PM

We all need simpler times! Light & Love

Carrie Richards

Date: 7/8/2009 5:52:00 PM

I often feel the same....good friends, simpler times....the world today is missing out on that philosophy....sadly...so many don't know what they are missing by their fast pace...the wanting. The best times were the old times.