In Autumn...
Orchard's trees their arms bend low
With gifts 'pon humans to bestow
Bird's with beating wings ,fly south
Across a pallid sky
Fields readily yield their golden grain
To keep away, in Winter hunger's pain
Babbling brooks their chatter slow
In the season 'for the snow
Flowers and trees once resplendent nobley die
And, nourish the beds in which they lie.......
True autumn starts in Ottawa when the Leafs begin to FALL!!!!!!
Mikie the first
Go Sens Go!!
