Autumn of Life

Autumn leaves are falling,
Golden, brown and red.
Mother Earth is making
Up her feather bed.

Bobby Squirrel is busy
Frisking in the trees;
Hiding nuts for winter
From Jack Frost the tease.

Birds are flying southward
On their honeymoon.
Lazy brooks are singing
Sadly out of tune.

Father Time is watching,
Sickle bright and keen.
May our lives be golden,
Let our lives be clean.

Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
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