Come Walk With Me Poem by Marilyn Lott

Come walk with me
Down Maple street
Colors bright
Leaves so deep

Still crispy cold as
The ground’s still hard
Old Syrus out raking
In the old church yard

I always get an
Ache in my heart
As we head t’ward
A brand new start

Just breathe in the smell
Of earth so sweet
Hear the crunchiness of leaves
Beneath our feet

The old is fading
And the new is near
And that’s what’s so special
This time of year!