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| Birches Along the Way Haines Falls, NY |
Autumn Memories
Autumn speaks in terms of leaves,
In frosty morns and crispy eves,
Of bright colors orange to red,
These images engrave in my head.
Comes rain, maple and pine, soon do mix,
A new sweet fragrance: autumnal twists.
Post rain and underneath the trees,
Now only half full with leaves,
Children work at play and make birches swing,
Those memories my autumns bring.
Al Hernandez
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