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The leaves are changing overnight,
From greens to yellow, brown and red,
Soft whirling winds wish to invite,
Those days of snow and ice I dread.
Small birds are forming while in flight,
Their careless swooping seems surreal,
All soon to leave for warmer light,
For me this has some strong appeal.
I look upon the life I've led,
Some good some bad and sometimes sad,
A tear runs down for those now dead,
Then grin at times when just a lad.
In war the times I thought were right
More times I knew I would be killed
But here I am as if to spite
Those left, whose lives now unfulfilled.
This autumn's timed with me and mine,
So wonder when my cold winds blow,
For nature is by grand design,
I really do not want to know.
It seems a shame to leave too soon,
There is so much to understand,
Must organize my thoughts where strewn,
Then pen and ink some thoughts by hand.
For after all is said and done
It is your loves you valued most
So I will write while in the sun,
For I too soon will be a ghost.
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The leaves are changing overnight...
Wandika 9-10-2008
Honorable mention
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