My Front Yard Is A Sight In The Fall.

My Front Yard Is A Sight You’ll Always Recall.

The Leaves Lay Perfectly On the Soft, Green, Grass.

The Leaves Usually Like To Stick To The Window Glass.

The Birds Crouch In Their Trees, Nestled In Their Feathers,

Waiting To Migrate Due To The Change Of The Weather.

The Birds Are Different In Colors, Reds, Yellows, And Blues,

They Sing Softly To Each Other With Their Harmonious Tunes.

The Birds Fly Off After They Hear A Shot So Near,

While Across The Field Comes A Great Herd Of Deer.

So That’s My Front Yard, Which Is So Dear.

I Truly Cannot Wait To See It Again Next Year.