Autumn Royal
AUTUMN ROYAL
The Autumn leaves, of crackling crimson hope,
will reap, with tremendous strength, to inspire.
The aged and youth - in chilly weather cope.
Let’s go! Awake the rake! Awake the fire!
The kids just can’t resist, they stack it high’r,
away from glowing ginger flame, and jump.
They howl with laughter, give a strong fist bump.
Small Suzy grabs the plumpest pumpkin gourd,
young Albert, rushes for the tallest rake,
and grandma stirs some oil with saffron, stored
up for this festival, with rice and steak.
Love’s Cinnamon, spiced scent of apple cake.
The umber leaves are kicked about, and thrown,
until the amber snap, of daddy’s tone.
9/7/2017
Autumn Royal Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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