Whence cometh the falling leaves? <br /> The yielded grain from glided sheaves <br /> Whither flies the flocking geese <br /> As Autumn's breath shakes the trees <br /> Why runneth the hundred leaping deer <br /> Thicket to thicket, forest to meadow clear <br /> Why doth the squirrel scamper as he sees <br /> The acorns, maplenuts amidst the leaves? <br /> Whence cometh the colder drops of rain <br /> Against the shuttered frosted window pane< <br /> As Autumn's breath leaves a smoky train <br /> Swirling above the skeletal brown woods. <br /> Whence cometh repose of winter's moods? Whence cometh the Pilgrim's Pride <br /> As they docked their Mayflower Oceanside, <br /> And carved the church out of sturdy oak <br /> The stainglassed windows that softly spoke <br /> Of fathers that loved, lived and died <br /> With their d reams buried in the countryside, <br /> Their love descends from generation to generation <br /> That First Thanksgiving, the founding of a nation <br /> Why cometh the little band of brave hearts <br /> To this wilderness, this land of new starts, <br /> Whence cometh the forests, the fruit from this sod <br /> The bounty, the beauty, the majesty of Fall <br /> It all cometh from the merciful hands of God.<br /><br />Carolyn Padgett Summerlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whence-cometh-the-falling-leaves/
