Here it is almost 1/3 the way through November
The leaves are coming down –
it is chilly at night
and once again it is time to pull the flowers for storage.
I remember my youth –
Fall was hunting season –
I only ever shot one thing in my entire life.
A Rabbit – and it did not die right away –
instead dragged itself along the ground –
I stepped on its hind legs
and it screamed !
That was it for me –
no more hunting –
Fall also is the time you get ready to rake and rake
Bags of leaves to be picked up on Tuesday trash days.
That is the day they pick up yard waste.
I usually end up with at least twenty bags of leaves !
Fall’s in my youth –
riding my bike until early dark
sometimes neighbor hood KICK THE CAN !
The neighbor hood on North Main Street
was full of kids.
Games were every day or just hanging out.
The saw mill up the street with a huge pile of saw dust.
The apple trees and chucking apples at the train as it passed.
Sleeping out on the porch – going inside when it became too cold.
Walking down town to the Texaco to see who was hanging out !
Memories of the mind –
Sometimes you wonder
WHEN WILL I FORGET ?
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