Autumn By the Park
The autumn is singing its song,
and the birds of love forage in the orange-red carpet,
'neath the blushing maples;
the wind is rusty with their warbles,
and quick song,
The children swim in the ocean-leaves
and football is roaring in the park;
they cheer for their Gee-Gees
and the barbeque wisps,
and final swims;
a final balmy hug 'til the rains,
and cold and snow,
and a final kiss,
(though it shall come)
not this sweet autumn day.
***For Julie Rodeheaver's contest 'Autumn Romance'***
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