Looking For A Poem
(11/24/2013 5:16:00 PM)
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by M. L. Baum
The Indian Summer time has come,
The sweetest of all the year,
The water's hue is a loving blue,
The sunny air is so warm and fair,
The skies are calm and clear.
The flow'rs and leaves have gone to rest,
Their cover will be the snow,
The time so fair is their hour of prayer,
The wind's low sigh is their lullaby,
As off to sleep they go.