Cold November Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +

On top of the morning grass frost is glazed
As cheery orange pumpkins sit amazed.
My fraises des bois from summer still are green!
I opened the door to this autumn scene.

It was good to see the orange grinnin' ((Makes me think of Cute Higgins on Fuller Acres to see me about our family history.. he looked like a big pumpkin with his smiling face! ! ! ! ! coming up the street toward the beach as i was returning home))
By the mums on the Halloween pumpkins.
How beautiful is November's stardust -
And a joy bright colors remembered us!

For November can have some dreary days
When sunny autumn leaves no longer play.
Thanksgiving though is around the corner -
Our country's quest is then greatly honored.

Turkeys carved and from the bogs cranberries -
Red like holly berries makes me merry.
We can blossom along sacred stations.
And gladly celebrate our traditions.