That is lovely, I like autumn. I know you guys call it the Fall.
Autumn
A mist on the far horizon,
This infinite tenderer sky,
The rich, ripe tints of the cornfield,
And the wild geese sailing high.
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the golden rod,
Some of us call it autumn,
And others call it God.
GOD BLESS EVERYONE! Your Brother Robert
That is lovely, I like autumn. I know you guys call it the Fall.
Psalm 16:5-7
Friends are like stars ~ even when you can't see them they are still there.
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