Visit Me In September -enclosed rhyme-
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Visit Me in September
If you come to visit, come in the month of September
I'll be there near the old maple tree down the lane
Come sit with me before the start of this years rain
Sit for awhile and the days of our lives remember
Bring a book of your words and quietly read to me
While the golden leaves of this year start to drift
Put your hand on my stone and I'll give you this gift
To find peace in my place near the old maple tree
The seasons come and go, a measure of our time
I remember the light of September caught in your hair
The delights of each harvest that were ours to share
I rest here beneath my tree, no more hills to climb.....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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