gravel

Hear the sounds of fall Geese giving out a call Swishing of colored leaves Falling off seasoned trees Leaves crushing under feet Snapping branches in burning heat Scented smoke clouding eyes Bubbles popping on simmering pies Juicy crunching of an apple Hay rides on roads of gravel Gurgling of pouring out apple cider Crackling of dry wood in the fire Snoring from grandpa who is sleeping Hissing radiator warm we are keeping Deep in the night hear the owl call Listen up dear critters it is now fall Author Eileen Clark 2019

I want to walk down a gravel road
Hear stones crunching under my feet
On one side Daisies and Black Eyed Susan's
On the other a field of swaying wheat

I want to sit at an old picnic table
Near a lake, in the woods, under trees
That shouldn't be asking for too much
There was a time when I did all of these

I want to ride my bike, take a hike
Dig my toes down in hot ocean sand
Smell of nature in all the pasture land
I want to rake up red and yellow leaves

Alas, a finial plea amongst all of these
Is to thank Jehovah one more time on bended knees
Stead in a wheelchair I sit, on my porch, in the breeze

Author Eileen Clark

I am happy to inform all my followers on WordPress  that my poem  "Last Wishes" has been published  on  Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the  Spillwords  Press team for publishing this and other poems I have written.

Most Sincerely, Eileen Clark

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