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‘Twas just a simple lesson, on that farm outside of
town,
With Mrs. Schultz, my teacher. She, who smiled, and
never frowned.
And there, on her piano, I’d perform the things I’d
learn.
And she would nod and smile and then, my lesson, she’d
adjourn.
Now, while I waited patiently for little brother’s chance
To play the Shultz piano, and let his fingers dance,
I had time to leave the house and wander in the yard,
With Schultz’s collie, Princess, by my side, to act as
guard.
Now, the farm was very pretty with its rows and rows
of trees,
That at this autumn time of year, were losing all
their leaves.
When me and Princess wandered out, the air was crisp
and sweet,
The leaves were
thick and crunchy, formed a carpet ‘neath our feet.
And there, we romped and played, until my Mom roared up
the drive,
And I knew the time for me to go had finally arrived,
Then running, knee deep, through those leaves to head
back to the house,
I kicked up a leafy storm (and a family of grouse).
And as I climbed into the car, leaves tangled in my
hair,
Mom stared at me, then asked to know what I’d been up
to there.
I entertained her with the quests of Princess Dog and
me,
Our explorations through the leaves from Mrs. Schultz’s
trees.
All this was fifty years ago; I was much younger then.
But, when in fall, I smell the smells, I’m right back
there again.
The tangy air, the muffled sounds, the lofty, giant
trees,
When for a little time, the world was: Princess, me.
And leaves.
Each month, Karen of Baking in a Tornado gathers her group of poets and issues a challenge.
This month's theme?
The Joys of Fall
Apt. Very apt.
Well played, Karen . . .
See what the others have created!
Karen of Baking In A
Tornado: The
Joys of Fall
Dawn of Cognitive
Script: Indian
Summer Jubilation
Lydia of Cluttered
Genius: The
Joy of Fall
