A Wondrous Walk through All Things Fall

There's nothing like a walk through fall

with crunchy leaves beneath your feet

to make you grateful for the call

of nature, with her gifts so sweet.

A crisp green apple in your hand,

the crunchy blast of nectar tart,

the joy of feasting from a tree

instead of fruit bins at the mart.

The hunt, the choosing, and the pride

of gathering (held deep inside)

is ancient as an autumn rune

and full as any harvest moon.

Tradition is the purest fun;

once families worked till day was done,

preparing for the winter nigh

beneath a fading autumn sky.

And when their labors were complete,

they thanked the Lord for food to eat

and took each offering from His hand

with gratitude for life and land.

(My grandchildren love their traditions.)

=)

Happy birthday to our son, Matt, who also happens to be the 
father of these great kids and the husband of the photographer!

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