  The sea of Autumn That lay before us, And I pondered the hearts Of the first Pilgrims. Surely, they must have stopped All their busys and chatter, Their new adventures and clatter, To give thanks for safety And the magnificence Of Autumn’s attire. The crimson, golden glistening Of the Cottonwoods and Aspens Glow and shimmer Their skirts of leaves Before their last hurrah And Winter’s barren slumber. The golds, the reds, the yellows As diamonds; Wave this time of year, As beautiful then, as now. And the harvest, So delicious; As the season’s beauty. Beauty all around For all eyes to see, this majesty. Beauty all around As much as the sand upon the sea. What perfect peace, This Autumnal harmony. And we give thanks Upon America’s banks. ~ Copyright © Carol Dee Meeks ~ 
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