A FALL DAY 

Morning is filled with a fog coming off the lake,

A beautiful sight, chilly is the breeze, very early.

Quiet is the way, a dream that I will have this day,

Trees stand watching all around, their leaves upon the ground.

A beautiful scene the lake shows when soon the fog does clear,

Everyone is still asleep on this Thanksgiving day, a fire burning.

Chopped wood is what is needed to keep a home warm on this holiday,

On this Fall day we will share our lives in peace and love.

I can hear the voices of children; awake now is the family,

Relatives will arrive soon; wife is inside preparing a turkey.

A Fall day in November, will there ever be one like it again?

                    Keith Garrett