Sun reflecting on the corn
In the state that I was born
Shadows of trees against the skies
Awaiting the day of new sun rise
Leaves are showing yellows and reds
Soon will by lying on the ground all dead
Rakes in hand will be at work
Cleaning the ground and stirring the dirt
Campfires will be burning bright
Giving off colors of orange lights
Marshmallows and chocolate together will be
A treat to be shared with those around me
Sweatshirts and jackets will be put on
Shorts and tees will be bagged and gone
Pumpkins will turn into scary faces
Kids will trick and treat in all familiar places
Windows are shut and the heat is on
Now we know our summer is gone
For I love the four seasons that we share
Giving us beauty as we tarry there
Snow will come next and then some rain
Then before our eyes summer is here again.
Who I am 
Another good one, Terry.
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thank you!
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Beautiful Terry!
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thank you !
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that is so pretty and made me feel nostalgic for life on the east coast as a child.
🙂
ivonne
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thank you Ivonne! I lived in Florida for a few years, and I never got used to the non seasons. Christmas was warm, and the grass was always green. Never seemed like home when I had grown up with the seasons. So glad you enjoyed it and it brought back some nice memories!!!!
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Love the photo and your poem, Terry. 🙂
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Thank you so much Adin!!!!!!! I have always loved your photo you use, so colorful and bright
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Loved it 🙂
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thank you APPLE!!!!
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Terry, you have so much talent inside you – this is so beautiful – even if I’m not a poem person. I love the 4 seasons too – I think I will struggle to live somewhere there isn’t season – like in constant warm climate. I was looking around for you yesterday – been so quite around you – are things okay with you and Al????
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we are alright. I was just pretty down yesterday, and didn’t want to bring you all down with me
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