Note: This poem was written this fall by our 12-year-old daughter, Isabella Maria. As a sort of a short respite in these difficult times, we hope you will enjoy it, at the end of this season and on the last day of November.
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The cool and beautiful fall
Is like a different color in the season’s hall
It has a change in the weather
That alteration comes like a feather
The leaves all turn yellow, orange, and red
And softly fall upon the earthen bed
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All the animals get ready for the winter cold
And take all the food their homes can hold
All can sense the oncoming chill
That comes in a hurry over every hill
They make their homes stronger
To help them last much longer
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Every being of any kind
Does not want to be left behind
In the preparation for the winter’s frost
For they know the very great cost
If they do not take heed to hurry
The winter will come in like a flurry
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So when it changes from warm to cool it is the fall
It is like a new attire for Queen Season’s ball
So it is the time the many leaves to rake
And harvest and all kinds of things to bake
The time to slowly stay at home
And get ready to build out of snow a dome
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So let us thank God for this lovely season
He gave us for a great reason