On enchanting Autumn days like these,
No other thought have I.
Just to don my hiking boots,
And walk beneath God's sky.
I wander over hill and vale,
And banish every worry.
No frown can linger on my brow,
For I'm never in a hurry.
All the greens, golds and browns.
Are dancing with the breeze,
For God just had His paintbrush out,
And touched up all the trees.
From sparkling gems and firelight's glow,
He chose each tint with care.
And mixed them up with gentle rains,
To paint the scene shown there.
Some people have more money, yes.
But as long as I can see,
The riches growing all around,
I'll humbly thankful be.
Copyright Shaun Cronick 2019.All Rights Reserved.
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this amazing rhythmic poem takes our hands to travel with the poet in this lovely colourful autumn and feel every second of it with love and renewing...10+++++ excellent
Thank you Soran for your kind and most welcome comment. I'm glad a great and well versed poet as your good self enjoyed it. I thank you again and take care.