Autumn Memories

By Bud Lemire on Oct 10, 2008
 
It’s that time of the year, the changing colors in the trees
The beauty among leaves, as they fall with a gentle breeze
Don’t let this season pass, without taking in the scene
The many colors here, that aren’t white or green
 
The beauty of the yellow and orange among the red
As they gently fall and make an earthly bed
I recall as a kid playing in the leaf piles
Oh the memories brings back many smiles
 
Jumping onto the pile, throwing leaves in the air
And finding that a friend was hiding there
We collected boxes, and made a box fort
It always helped to play, if you were small and short
 
We’d play tag, with a flashlight we would seek
In the dark of boxes, to see who we would meet
It was fun to crawl among the boxes in the dark
As the light beams would show upon its mark
 
I recall across the street from Jim’s Miracle Market, in a yard with a friend
We’d gather to play among the leaves, never thinking those days would end
Carefree in the season, the leaves and the box fort we made
Making Autumn Memories, that will never fade


Dedicated to my friend Richard Norman, who helped make being a kid much more fun.