Child of Autumn
It’s autumn, and the a wafting odor of burning leaves
Takes me back to my childhood filled with
Hayrack rides and bonfires and good times with family and friends.
It’s autumn, and I hear the sounds from the nearby
High school stadium, the band, the crowd, the cheers
And see the Friday night lights as I remember
My childhood, going to the games,
And playing in the marching band,
And going for pizza with friends after a win.
It’s autumn, and I drive by fields of browning cornfields
Knowing that soon I’ll take a different route to work
To avoid the slow moving combines and wagons filled with corn,
And I remember as a child riding in the combines and on my grandpa’s tractor
And loving the bustling of harvest time on the farm.
It’s autumn, and I know that haunted houses are being constructed
And corn mazes are being plowed, and straw and hay are being stored
And horses are growing their winter coats,
And my inner child is grateful to know all of these things first hand
Because my parents made sure my childhood was filled with all of these things,
And my inner child and I are forever grateful and blessed.
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