The birds in loud and plaintive cry
In flocks begin to southward fly.
The leaves in shades of red and brown
To earth come softly floating down.
The filed of green begin to turn
And look so stark and bare.
The flowers begin to fade and die
As frost shows everywhere.
The air grows colder day by day,
A change is taking place,
As fall is soon to be replaced
By winter's snowy face.
~ Harold F. Mohn
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