My aunt posted a picture on facebeok of fall in Northern Wisconsin this week. It took my breath away. Wisconsin during Fall is simply put, HEAVENLY! I miss home! My assignment for this week was to write a poem based on a landscape picture, and I couldn't think of anything more appropriate then to write about God's country!
Majestically tall they stand
wisps of color surround their trunks
as fall takes full control
Tightly bound together
strong Oaks that rule this land
proud kings of the forest
Leaves of gold, red, brown, green
hang on to outstretched limbs
falling gently to the ground
Silently the blue sky cuts through
illuminating the fallen stars
scattered amidst the colored floor
Sprouts of green do fight to grow
from the mosaic collage
that only nature can produce
Once so modestly dressed with green
now scantily clad in lingerie
of a heavenly color array
Proud old Oaks abound
where nature forever reigns
to provide the rest that man demands
~MarcieJ~
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