FALL TIME by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934FALL

Were you ever lonesome, lonesome in the fall times?
	When the late October sun was sinking low,
Like a ball of molten glory o’er the hill top.
	Set the mountains, wood and river all aglow,
When old nature did her very best to charm you,
	With a splash of riotous color everywhere,
Gold and crimson, red and russet, green and yellow,
	With a tang of winter chill through all the air?
Did your heart seem filled with sadness,
	And your eyes with tears to glisten?
Did it ever hold you speechless,
	With the beauty of it all?
Away late October, when the golden sun was setting,
	Were you ever lonesome, lonesome in the fall?

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Copyright Roy Richard

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