In October's Fields

 

 I love to walk October's fields,

With the smell of Autumn in the air -

Corn cobs lay scattered on the ground,

Mr. Scarecrow still stands proudly there.

 

The yellow-orange tint of the pumpkins

Gleams brightly in the field ahead.

Nature's cords will soon be severed;

They'll be carted off to the old homestead.

 

Next comes the fields of ripened grain

In hues of brilliant yellow-gold.

My mind's a camera taking pictures

Of the divine beauty it beholds!

 

There's an oak tree blazing red ahead,

Shrugging off her acorns without fail.

Squirrels will gather them quickly and run;

It's a place to harvest my thoughts as well...

In October's fields.

 

~ Barbara Cagle Ray

 

A land which the Lord, your God, looks after;

His eyes are upon it continually from the

beginning of the year to the end.

Deuteronomy 11:12