a Sign of Fall.
People are raking their leaves;
Squirrels are storing their food;
This is part of the fall scene;
Children are in a happy mood;
As they jump in the leaves and play;
Chipmunks burrow in the ground;
Looking for a winter place to stay;
Bunnies also can be found;
Getting ready for a winter's day.
poem by Patricia Carrick♥
Have a great weekend.
Happy Friday. XX

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thank you for the field mouse, Cindy xxx

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Thank you for the mouse!

Resplendent hues appease my vision,
Fall has fulfilled its yearly mission,
Sporadic breezes blow leaves around,
Forming multi-colored patterns upon the ground.
Sparrows utter subtle sounds,
As frantic squirrels make their rounds,
Brisk weather chases summer's bugs,
Emerald lawns become saffron rugs.
Children pile all the leaves they can muster,
Indian summer provides added luster,
Autumn is a season full of esteem,
It is a time of nature's brightest gleam.
good night .Stay safe.!!

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“Love is like wildflowers; it’s often found in the most unlikely places.”
             — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year."
-   Carol L. Riser, Autumn
Have a great day.!!

"When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year."
-   Carol L. Riser, Autumn
Have a great day.!!
mallard thanks