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Harvest in the Blue Ridge
by
Danny Barbare

 
I celebrate autumn so
Bright and blue eyed
Dream like the cool nights
Cup my hands
Like the valleys and mountains
In the Blue Ridge
For I am blond as the harvest sun
Sing with joy
Open the refrigerator door
Pull out the tray of apples
Or untwist the honey jar
Cap on the kitchen counter
Relish the apple butter with
My Southern tongue.

--Submitted by barbaredaniel@yahoo.com on 2011-01-24.
Post New Comment:
lanet:
Thank you Danny.
Posted 01/27/2011 07:02 AM
Julianne Carlile:
Very nice.
Posted 01/26/2011 09:35 PM
cbaustin:
Great last line...
Posted 01/25/2011 10:57 AM


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