Autumn came to visit me,
And as she hurried on,
She tripped and spilled her treasures
All over my front lawn.
Golden leaves and ruby ones
Of deepest jewel shades,
Gathered from her wanderings
Over valleys, hills, and glades.
When I saw Autumn's treasures there
In brilliant disarray,
I quickly stooped and picked them up
And cherished them all day.
by Catherine Donnelly in the Harvest Issue of Ideals (a magazine from 1961)
I liked this poem, because I want some fall on my lawn that I can go pick up and decorate with and "cherish" in my house!
And as she hurried on,
She tripped and spilled her treasures
All over my front lawn.
Golden leaves and ruby ones
Of deepest jewel shades,
Gathered from her wanderings
Over valleys, hills, and glades.
When I saw Autumn's treasures there
In brilliant disarray,
I quickly stooped and picked them up
And cherished them all day.
by Catherine Donnelly in the Harvest Issue of Ideals (a magazine from 1961)
I liked this poem, because I want some fall on my lawn that I can go pick up and decorate with and "cherish" in my house!
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