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The changing seasons For my own reasons I like the rest But fall the best. The forest afire Within my shire Bells ring clearer The lakes a mirror. Heading south, geese start migrating Bears seek solitude for hibernating Readying for winters peace Creatures scurrying soon to cease. Fall is my favourite time of year Leaves dancing, to music they only hear The nor'easter is soon to blow Not long after, comes the snow. Lyn October 11, 2002 © |
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