Treasure Island

Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

Autumn's song #2


Come and joing us in our welcome to
Autumn's song.

While, 'all creatures both great
and small' sing along.
'Spring and summer days have
both come and gone.'

This we know to be true, falls days are:
windier, rainier and cooler too.
Dear Heavenly Father we both
bless and thank you!

For you bless your children with both
wind and rain upon
the mountains and the plains.

The reason is very clear:
you control all of the four seasons
of the year. For spring and summer,
fall and winter too,
Dear Heavenly Father,
we owe it all to you!

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka Roxy54/ October Country
revised: September 18,2013

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I sometimes write more than one version of a poem. In this one I omitted any comments concerning weather forecasters. When I was younger, I read the book 'All Creatures Great and Small.' Hence I mentioned the title of the author's book in this poem.
Whereas in version one: I mentioned the heavenly chorus and omitted it in this version.

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