Show Just Folks By a Edgar A. A Guesta Guest AUTUMN THOUGHT When all the trees are red and gold And morning winds are chill When all is lovely to behold Of orchard field and hill With beauty everywhere to see How proud Old Mother Earth must be I Without regret regret she ends the year Her labors all complete All things are as shed she'd have them here And strewn about her feet Her grain and vine and orchard trees Fulfill their normal destinies man who blights the seed he sows And gives his work to fire In violence to dust he blows Cathedral vault and spire man who lends his skill to hate And leaves his cities desolate Copyright 1941 Edgar A A. Guest |