"AUTUMN'S SONG"
Breezes swing through Autumn leaves Whaling out the blues. Sopranos,gilded gold, Mellow auburn Tenors, Deep red Baritones, Sing, soulful harmonies. Joys of season passing And seasons yet to come, Of how it felt to be here And how they’re going home. Nancy A Plantenberg copyright (c)2007 all rights... Sign in to see full entry.