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Castles
of Color
" How I love to walk
On the dried fallen leaves
The sounds of crunching I hear.
Colors of brown, red and gold
Form a carpet so rich,
The sounds are a tune to my ear.
Rake them up in a pile,
Like castles of colors,
And then the children appear. |
As they tumble and roll
Through the piles of dried leaves,
Their laughter filling the air.
As the cold air approaches
Bringing winds that will sting,
Say goodbye to these castles so dear.
You'll not see them again till next year."
©
2002 Floria Kelderhouse. All rights reserved.
Poem used with permission of the author. |
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I
was always fascinated by the colors of the leaves during Fall.
Here in Rio, city where I live, there isn't a great difference
between the seasons and we don't see much the beauty of the fall
colors. |
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That's
me on the way from New York to Montréal, Canada, in October
1991. I was so delighted with the beauty of the trees on the
road that I had to make my grandfather stop the car many times
to take some pictures. :o) It may sound silly to many people,
but it's something I don't see very often... |
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This
picture was taken next to the Word of Life Bible Institute, Schroon
Lake New York. |
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