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Winner of the Senior Center Forum October 2010 Contest. Colors of Fall
Leaf colors of fall are many, oaks are red and brown, hickories gold and dogwoods purple, as they tumble down. I miss the colors of the north, maples orange, red. The elms just shrivel up and fall, what a dandy bed. We have the glorious raintree, yellow turns to pink. A canopy so bountiful, painted with God's ink. If I could be a tree of choice, birches bark of white, with liquid golden yellow leaves, silver in moonlight. But then again, black tupelos come to life in fall. Glossy red leaves, shimmer and shake, only one, hard to call. Witness a tree reach to the clouds, fragile leaves that sway. Miracles stand free before us, with no price to pay.
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