Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind’s loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
~ Ellen R. Field.
SWee post, greatpictures, cute poem! Keep it up Madds!
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Thank you, Anya!
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Lovely pitures! And the poem fit so wel!! 🙂
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Thank you! I thought so too. 🙂
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Wow! At first I thought you wrote the poem! I love it! That is a ton of pumpkins!
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Thank you! Oh, haha! I’m not the best poem writer. 😉 I loved the poem as well. Yep, those are the pictures that I got when we went to the pumpkin patch. There are a ton of pumpkins there!
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That actually might be one of my favorite season poems!
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Awesome! I really like it as well. 🙂
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These photos are beautiful Maddy! And I LOVE that poem! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Shelby!!
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I don’t call it fall here until leaves start changing colors. So to me, it’s not fall yet. :-p
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The leaves haven’t changed colors for you yet? Are’s have and there already falling. Hopefully “fall” comes for you soon!
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Beautiful pumpkin photos Maddy! I also like the poem you used. 🙂
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Thank you, Paige!
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