The Lord painted a beautiful sky for me.
A pink and purple melody.
I could almost dance to his tune.
I longed for the warmth of June.
The pine cones hurt my feet,
but the pumpkin's good to eat.
Delicious, creamy, cinnamon.
I wish I was a kid again.
The return to innocence...
I scraped my knee on the fence.
Then I didn't cry.
I just asked the Lord, God why?
He took the pain away.
Plain as an autumn day.
I spun in a circle and frowned.
Ashes to ashes.
We all fall down.
Leaves in the air.
Tugging of the hair.
Knawing on beef jerky.
Mama calls me Turkey.
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tee hee
Brings back the memories. Nice write, as always Bandita 
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It just seems like when you are a kid the holidays and the seasons are so much better.
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what a nice poem you'v made,,, i like it so much!!!!
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Thanks, I didn't know if anyone would like it. I appreciate your comment. Take care!! T.S.
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