Dorian Petersen Potter


Autum's Come (Rick's 32)


Autum's come
Weather is cool
Trees changes hues
Gold brown copper and red
Trees start losing their leaves
Leaves then fall
Sometimes they soar
In the wind

Autum's fun
Great holidays
Pumpkins, masks
Adults kids have great time
Halloween's a fun night
Treat or trick
Then celebrate
Thanksgiving

Yes, autumn's
At last is here
I'm happy
No more sweat hot weather
Relax and eat a pie
Have good time
With family
And thank God


For all friends
For everything
Autum's come
Is a time of thanksgiving
To look back and give grace
Summer's gone
But be glad that
Autumn's come

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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*Ricks' 32 is a style created by Erich Goller in 2008(Vienna)

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