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Fall

Autumn Leaves


One of the nicest beds I know

Isn't a bed of soft white snow.

Isn't a bed of cool green grass

After the noisy mowers pass.

Isn't a bed of yellow hay

Making me itch for half a day

But autumn leaves in a pile that high,

Deep and smelling like fall and dry.

That's the bed where I like to lie

And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

~by Aileen Fisher~