The sky is blue, the river’s gray
And
autumn leaves are on display.
The
buildings ‘cross the river hide
Whatever’s
going on inside.
The
flags all flutter, strung up high
And
bicycles go rolling by.
The
dogs, on leashes, bark or yip,
Their
owners tightening their grip.
A
mighty tugboat pulls a barge;
A
nanny strolls by with her charge.
The
joggers, dressed for summer, pass
As
couples sprawl out on the grass.
A
lovely autumn afternoon –
This
weather will be gone real soon,
So
I’ll enjoy it while I can,
For
who knows Mother Nature’s plan?
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