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AUTUMN TIME, by                    
First Line: Tarnished leaves scurry across the plains
Last Line: That he is not changing to moldy sod.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Wind; Fall


Tarnished leaves scurry across the plains
Like heat waves over scorching desert sands.
The wind enchants with musical tones and wanes
Like a meadow lark's trill echoing from lowlands.
A little squirrel hides behind a bursting bark,
Then up the tree he carries a golden nut
To store it till in spring he can debark
And stay till time to seek another hut.

When a human's eyes can peacefully behold
The beauty of a windy autumn day,
And nature's creatures fleeing from coming cold—
And in their huts, till winter passes, stay,—
He should thank his great and all powerful God
That he is not changing to moldy sod.





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