Tis Autumn

Poem By Virginia Lee Martin

On the trees and
On the ground,
Leaves of yellow,
Red and brown. Remembrance of
The golden rule,
Children on their
Way to school. All the way
Along the line,
Pumpkins ripening
On the vine. The masses waiting
At bus stops.
Farmers harvesting
Their crops.

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