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| And so its Fall |
FALL
The worries of the ending year,
With fall so close and cold so near,
Have brought a sigh to woodland folk,
Who scurry quickly and gather so,
That wintertime in white so stark,
And days that start and end in dark,
Are lit by wood fires fed with love,
Granted to earth from above!
Sun and rain grow the good,
That gives us our supply of wood.
Pumpkins, corn and squash are dried,
To carry us to warmer times.
So scurry my little squirrelly friends,
And chop dear neighbors the wood that sends,
Smoke rising to heaven high above,
To thank Mother Nature for her love!
