Beauties Tainted
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On a beautiful Fall day I go for a walk,
the trees are changing on my block,
birds are chirping . . .
I hear the loud call of a hawk.
In the fading park the sweet ducks are still drifting,
around the season is shifting,
I love this change . . .
oh those colored leaves are uplifting.
The Maples, Birch and Aspen by nature painted,
all the falling beauties tainted,
fluttering down . . .
the trees have been finger-painted.
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September 13, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Beauties Tainted
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1286-417-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Ninth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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