A peaceful fog is setting Over this anxious heart of mine. Awaiting for the summer’s end, Behind my dad’s combine. He’s been gone a while now, To harvest fields of gold.
Momma watching with her Angel wings, Where heaven’s peace unfolds. Thanksgiving is a respite, Soon I’ll put a turkey on, Call family close to celebrate, What is here and what is gone. Orion decorates the sky, A backdrop for each night.
How beautiful, this season With Snow Geese taking flight. Robert Frost is on my shoulder A pleasant spirit always near. Without a doubt I’m blessed again, With my favorite time of year.
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