[The Moments of Fall] H u d s o n
C o n b o y
The leaves glide down to the ground When the wind blows through the trees Bursting out with color Catching the leaves as if they were friends The Moments of Fall When the leaves lightly brush the ground And the children are yelling with excitement As they scatter over the leaves Listening to the satisfying sound of the crunch Under their feet The Moments of Fall The musky-sweet smell of a leaf pile To the sounds of the birds flying south A trip the the pumpkin patch To cuddling up next to the warm fire The Moments of Fall Sipping cider just waiting Until mom’s apple pie is done The crispy air greets me As i make a leaf pile in the front yard The Moments of Fall
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