I'm awoken from sleep, and I start to remember
There's a smell in the air that means it's September.
The field is awaiting and so are the crows,
Though I doubt I can scare them in these ragged clothes.
Autumn approaches but you know, after all,
I have never been a great lover of Fall.
The crows bore me to tears and the corn does too
And it grows so tall that it blocks my view.
I can't see the bonfires that are roaring nearby
Or the children as they throw leaves in the sky.
And I just wish I could taste that smell in the air
Of the apple and pumpkin pies being prepared.
Though there's nothing quite like an October sun rise
It does wake up the crows and get in my eyes.
It is a great pleasure to feel the crisp breeze
And watch the leaves twirl as they fall from the trees.
And there are I suppose lovely colors displayed
on calm quiet evenings of still Autumn days.
There are some Fall things that aren't bad I confess,
But a scarecrow's opinion isn't the best.
If the crows weren't so dull and the corn weren't so tall
I think I could actually learn to love Fall.
Written by: Yours Truly. ;)