Autumns of Childhood
When young, we played outdoors—snow, rain or shine.
Somehow despite all weather, we felt fine.
We loved the summer days and all the rest.
But autumns in bright colors were the best.
In winters, we’d build snowmen and we’d sled.
We’d play in our snow forts till time for bed.
We had snow fights. In layers we were dressed.
In springtime, we would ride our bikes with glee.
And splash in puddles, oh-so merrily.
We watched for the first robin with red breast.
In summers, we would wade around in creeks.
We’d run without our shoes for many weeks.
Our stamina-adults were most impressed.
But autumns in bright colors were the best.
In autumn, we raked leaves and jumped in piles.
We gathered nuts and biked the country miles.
With tangy air and apples, we felt blessed.
Yes, autumn in bright colors were the best.
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