Fall
Fall is the season
Where I am back in school
When soccer has started
Where in school we talk soccer
Where the apples are ripe, a good snack after school
Fall is the season
When the sky is blue, blue or gray; never in between
Where the air is crisp and cold, promising winter snows
When the chorus of birds dwindles down to the birds that stay all year
Where the leaves whisper secrets to each other in that breeze
Where the sunsets are less orange and more pink
Fall is the season
Where we go camping with friends
Where my grandfather and brother stack wood and hunt
Where my brother and I barely see each other.
Where my grandfather is a critic about the foliage
Fall is the season
Where I am up before the sun
When in the morning you need a coat but in the afternoon a that is unthinkable
Where the sheep are laying down when I bring them water
Where I am dreading the day I wake up to frost and ice on the water bucket for the sheep.
Fall is the saeson when I swing I feel a rush that is indescribable.
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