It's Fall Again

 

 

I saw the red and gold in the leaves the Lord gave, for us to gaze upon.

It brought back a melancholy feel, for when I was a child unknown…

Except for my loving family, and village friends, of the days of yore.

We’ d walk the hills of Tennessee, our red and golden woods and more.

 

Out teacher would take us upon a hill, to find the brightest leaves…

It was a Forestry class and teacher we loved and wanted to please.

I loved Forestry, and I loved running and skipping in the woods…

Friends would chase each other, up, and down the hills, all we could.

 

We’ d go behind our old farmhouse, and sneak back after school…

Playing hide, and seek behind the trees, and toting back toadstools.

We went to school in an old covered wagon, ‘cause we lived on a dirt road.

Sometimes, if we were lucky we could play with an old toad.

 

Had to be sure he didn't wet on ya, or on your hand would be a wart…

Mama, always told us to leave them alone, they too had a heart.

Sometimes our parents would go with us, to pick nuts in the fall…

Sometimes, we'd go racing down the hill, trying to catch a sweet gum ball.

 

But the best was shaking muscadine’s vines, running up a tree…

Shake the vine, and they’ d fall everywhere, rolling all way to the lea.

On the way down we’ d pick huckleberries, place them in a bin…

But, tomorrow we were willing and able to go this route again.