Love Poem: Autumn By the Park
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Written by: Keith O.J. Hunt

Autumn By the Park

The autumn is singing its song,
  and the birds of love forage in the orange-red carpet,
  'neath the blushing maples;
  the wind is rusty with their warbles,
  and quick song,

The children swim in the ocean-leaves
  and football is roaring in the park;
  they cheer for their Gee-Gees
  and the barbeque wisps,
  and final swims;
  a final balmy hug 'til the rains,
  and cold and snow,
  and a final kiss,
  (though it shall come)
  not this sweet autumn day.



***For Julie Rodeheaver's contest 'Autumn Romance'***