| It's Fall Again |
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I saw the red and gold in the leaves the Lord gave for us to gaze upon. It brought back a melancholy feel, for when I was a child, at home - Except for my loving family and Village friends, of the days of yore. We'd walk the hills of Tennessee, Our red and golden woods, and more. Out teacher would take us upon a hill, To find the brightest leaves. It was a Forestry class, with a teacher We loved and wanted to please. I loved Forestry and I loved running And skipping in the woods. Friends would chase each other Up and down the hills, all we could. We'd go behind our old farmhouse And sneak back, after school; Playing hide and seek, behind the trees, And toting back toadstools. We went to school in an old covered wagon, 'cause we lived on a dirt road. Sometimes, if we were lucky, We could play with an old toad. Had to be sure he didn't wet on ya, Or on your hand would be a wart. Mama always told us to leave them alone; They, too, had a heart. Sometimes, our parents would go with us, To pick nuts in the fall. Sometimes, we'd go racing down the hill; Trying to catch a sweet gum ball. But the best was shaking Muscadine's vines, running up a tree. Shake the vine and they'd fall, everywhere; Rolling all way to the lea. On the way down, we'd pick Huckleberries; place them in a bin. But, tomorrow, we were willing And able to go this route, again. |
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