I hear her gentle voice calling to me <br />on a cool October's night. <br />I hear her voice echoing <br />through the trees, and <br />gently blowing through <br />her autumn's breeze. <br /> <br />Yes, I do believe in October's <br />Country and her beloved spirit <br />of freedom. Under the mantle <br />covering of Jesus Christ, <br />God's only beloved son. <br /> <br />October...come she will, <br />but she lasts only a few days <br />and then she will fade away <br />into the months of November <br />and December too. Oh I <br />really do believe in you. <br /> <br />October, is the month of my birth, <br />you see which is one reason why <br />I call myself, October Country. <br /> <br />October, she will fly away <br />only to become born again <br />She experiences a new birth <br />about this time next year. <br /> <br />September 23,2014<br /><br />Roxanne Dubarry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-come-she-will/
