The Passing Year (Autumn's Song)
Early morning mist lies in late
Smoke rises from the valley below.
The tractor’s silent. The crops
The birches are green and gold.
You sweetly hum in the kitchen,
Kettle’s whistling on the stove.
The sleepy cat’s in the window
basking in the sun.
The children sleep as the fall
Silver frost is on the pumpkins.
Duck’s are flying over the pond.
And peace lies
contentedly in my soul
As colored leaves sing autumn’s song.
And I think about the passing year.
And all our blessings from the Lord above.
He’s filled the
old red barn with a bountiful harvest;
Filled our home
He’s kept us safe and warm through the winter storms.
Gave us friends that we hold dear.
He gave you and I each other to love and cherish through
The maples and elms are on fire with color.
Red apples fill the bin.
Wood’s piled in the shed; hay’s in the loft.
The cows have all come in.
Now it’s late in the afternoon.
Golden threads of sunset set the skies ablaze.
A barking retriever stirs pheasants to flight.
Deer come to the clearing to graze.
Thunder clouds gather over the
Apple wood’s burning on the hearth.
A candle burns bright on the
Like your love burning in my
Ending...Gave us friends
that hold us dear.
He gave you and I each other to grow old with through the years.
He gave to me a most beautiful wife to grow old with...through the years.
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