It’s Fall, Ya’ll
Red and black flannel shirts and worn blue jeans,
Warm cozy sweaters, I know what that means,
Sandals and swimsuits are replaced with knit hats and boots,
Thick socks and sweatshirts, there are no substitutes,
Crispy morning air with a freshness that cleanses,
Sipping on hot cider while football commences,
Cornhole and barbequing in the stadium parking lot,
Tailgating with friends at the usual spot,
Fall is for pumpkins, scarecrows, and a bright yellow tree,
Jewel-colored leaves and the scenery is free,
Acorns fall, and the squirrels are so busy,
Watching them work is making me dizzy,
A majestic sunset of orange adds to the autumn delight,
Not to mention Halloween, to give me a fright,
Fall festivals and farmers are truly the best,
A beautiful time to be thankful for harvest,
Corn shocks and hayrides, apple orchards and all,
Makes me choose as my favorite season… Fall!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 9/16/2023
BONUS Fall Poem:
Fall Display
Big round orange orb, thick brown stalk,
You will be my jack-o-lantern, to place beside my shock,
Large corn shock, sitting on its end,
Bound like a corset in ‘Gone with the Wind’,
Multi-colored corn will add some festive delight,
To my fall display, without any Halloween fright,
Gourds, flowering chrysanthemums, just a few,
A bale of hay, and always a scarecrow or two,
Just lots of harvest fun out there on the lawn!
Hayrides, corn-mazes, the list goes on and on,
Fall flavors are so yummy: Apple cider and pumpkin spice,
And The NC State Fair makes fall twice as nice,
With an assortment of pumpkins residing on my porch,
Sitting in my swing I watch summer pass the torch,
For cool days are ahead and I can hardly wait,
October has arrived, and there is no debate!
Tammy Harvey
10/2/2023
❤️❤️❤️
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