Hi shugar, This poem reminds me of my childhood days when the leaves would fall and we would jump in them. It was grate fun. Since I live in south Florida, I don't have the experience of walking in the leaves and touching the bear branches, and feeling the climate change drasticly. I also can't injoy the smell of fall. So thank you for bringing back the memories. Original message:
> Autum Leaves > How silently they tumble down > And come to rest upon the ground > To lay a carpet, rich & rare, > Beneath the trees w/o a care, > Content to sleep, their work well done, > colors gleaming in the sun. > At other times, they wildly fly > Until they nearly reach the sky. > Twisting, turning through the air > Till all the trees stand stark & bare. > Exhausted, drop to the earth below > Elsie N. Brady > Sugar Says: > People are like stained glass windows: They sparkle and shine when the > sun is out, > But when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if > there is a light shining from within. > -- Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
