WHEN AUTUMN COMES!

I love to see the colored leaves,
As they come drifting down,
But it makes me sad when flowers fade,
And eventually turn brown.

I see the fields at harvest,
As the grain is gathered in,
And children buying their supplies,
As the school year will begin.

We know the kids like "trick or treat",
And go blinks in the dark,
But they miss swimming in the lake,
And picnics in the park.

We hear the crickets warning,
Most birds will soon be gone,
When Jack Frost paints his pictures,
We know it won't be long.

We know that snow is on the way,
But we do not know the date,
As some are anzious for that time,
Others hope it's late.

We pick up walnuts from the ground,
And gather corn to pop,
We know Christmas time is coming,
And we count the days to shop.

But fall is just like other times,
We take it day by day,
If we like it, or we don't,
We know God has His way.

So be content; for He is near,
In the cold and snow and rain,
And He'll see you through the dreary days,
Till spring is here again.

                                                                                                                AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland