Now that Summers over <br /> fall winds chill thee air <br /> changing our Mountains scenery <br /> to a beautiful red and gold <br /> then soon the leaves will be dropping <br /> and followed by winter snow <br /> caping over the mountain peaks <br /> making our winters get bitter cold <br /> there most every morning <br /> around twenty below <br /> as the cold winter winds <br /> whip the tall lonesome pines <br /> bringing a picture <br /> to my window at times <br /> that to my Friends it's beauty <br /> Ijust cannot describe <br /> and when I'm in bed all I can hear <br /> is the whipping and whining <br /> of that old north wind<br /><br />Daniel L. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summers-over/
