Sweet red apples, a soft peeled pear
Biting into a freshly baked pumpkin square
Ah yes, Autumn is upon us
Whether we like it, or not.
Sweet Summer nights have slowly waned away
And the waxing harvest moon is now on display
For all to see
For all to enjoy
The smell of newly cut grass
is replaced with the aroma of burning leaves.
Golden Cinnamon Apples
Creamy Hot Coco
Once Insouciant children
now study with care
For tests and exams they must prepare
Pep-rallies in session
Bonfires crackle
Whilst the students cackle
Maples and Oaks display their hidden splendor
And deer’s footsteps grow ever so tender
Old huntsman brag
An eight point stag
Children will dawn masks over the tops of their head
Families will gather for a thankful spread
So Fall I heartily welcome thee
With open arms and alacrity
