Fallin'
rustlin' sounds abound
children hidin' but soon are found
great laughter and cheer everywhere
a quiet breeze caressing the atmosphere
sparrows, warblers, and wrens singin' less
dog days' zeal has waned; harvest soon, I attest
beautiful yellows, reds, and browns a fallin'
soon 'Ole Man Jack' will be a-callin'
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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