Portents of the storms of winter that soon comes
Finch bristles feathers on its noble claimed perch
A brief pause in music when for thistle seeds it roams
Acorns drop from the gnarled and ancient oak
As squirrels scramble to add to their hoard
Hawk sitting with its new winter cloak
Raptor seeing normal prey, ignoring, as if bored
Alder and Ash ablaze in fall yellow
Dogwoods with ripe fruit, a fire of red
All in the well-fed autumn mellow
Heat of summer having already fled
Serenity of the scene brings to mind
Existence of this place in a different time
An era long since left so far behind
Only the past a memory now sublime
A time when man was one with nature
Just one more of the beasts of the field
Before advancement of today’s activities mature
Sprawl of mankind that cannot yield
Glimpse of history that could not last
Before progress found it in its path
Long ago on this land was a new vision cast
But still glimpse can be seen on this path
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