The Cloak of Autumn
(also known as Hannah's Poem)
October 19, 2003
Patches of fields from sheared corn and wheat
Where a ribbon of road divides.
Scoops of hills sprinkled with painted leaves...
In a valley a river hides.
Cattle grazing yonder in comic disguise
Amongst polka dotted rounds of hay.
Clouds floating by in their wispiness...
Creation shouts a fall day.
Whether casting lines into the stream
Or planning for summertime fields,
Or hauling soil, mulch, and rocks
To tired bodies we do not yield...
Instead we stroll down a country lane
And back to a brilliant sky
With holes of blue through wondrous clouds;
Crimson hues filling our eyes.
The feast, prepared by loving hands,
Is seasoned with homegrown mint.
With God's gifts surrounding special friends
A memorable weekend is spent.
Oh, Lord, in the Autumn of our lives
We cherish our counterpart days
When fellowship is honored by Your love
And timeless memories are made.
By Geri and Hannah
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