Autumn's Rest
Distant calls of hunting hounds
Leaves touched by winter’s frost
Another autumn’s familiar sounds
The living greens of summer lost
And brushed in reds of colors hue
Partake we here as natures guest
We feast upon what summer grew
To raise a toast to autumn’s rest
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