November First In My Pretty City
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I’m driving home; it is November first.
I see above me sky so blue and clear.
With gratitude my heart is sure to burst,
and all around are things that I hold dear:
the mountains most majestic in my view
and with my window down, cool autumn breeze
I feel as I drive down the avenue
which leads me past a myriad bright trees
that illustrate my pretty city’s name.
Yes, “Pleasant Grove” so aptly fits this place,
which long ago was one big grove! My aim
today is to enjoy the fall’s sweet grace.
Day of the Dead it is, but well-alive
am I this day, and nature’s splendors thrive.
Nov. 2, 2019 written from remembering my yesterday's drive on Nov. 1
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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