September
September is in the air
Everywhere
Pumpkins and their silly faces Three are in my little red wagon and we are off to the races
Everyone will want my homemade pumpkin pies
Memories of September will take the prize Brown furry squirrels hide their nuts all around
Even in the trees by the pound
Red~yellow~orange carpet of leaves cover the fall ground
Date Written: 9/12/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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