My Stroll In September
It's the beginning of colorful Fall,
many chilly days are expected ahead;
tall pine trees don't heed the call,
they are green and warmly dressed!
Their slender images draw twitching shadows
on the wild grass where a pink Lotus grows,
no Monarch comes around to seep pollen;
how cheerless is the voice of young Allen!
It has rained for days, dogs don't bark,
they need to catch frogs at the pond;
no umbrellas today, sun rays abound,
music is heard, Paul plays soft rock!
Even my pace seems too sluggish,
I pause sitting on a rock to wish;
it's the perfect day for planning,
I grab my guitar and start singing!
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