These are wonderful
“autumn reflections”
with wondrous autumn
woodland views
accompanied by
descriptive poet-ed lines
Visualize the
following scenes together with the script:
Scene: A train traveling aside an autumn treed
hillside.
In
Autumn when the leaves turn brown,
And red
and gold, they all fall down.
To paint
a picture, oh so rare,
I know
that God is there.
Scene: An old gray frame house with waterwheel and
shed
reflected in a pond; autumn trees fill the background.
To
mastermind His ebb and flow
To stage His wondrous
autumn show,
To
brush His trees with molten gold
I watch
his art unfold.
Scene: Close-up of stalwart trees dressed in
reds,
greens, reds and tangerine.
No
grander sight could I behold:
These
leaves of brown and red and gold.
But
winter bodes its icy chills
Upon
the snow clad hills.
Scene: A lone winding railway track
through a misty forest of pastel autumn
shades.
In time the land, a living scene
Comes
bursting forth in savage green;
And I
confront the season's thieves
That
took my autumn leaves.
Scene: An old rail fencing with autumn-hued
trees
amid evergreens.
But soon a softness in the air!
God
paints a picture, oh so rare
Of autumn leaves that all turn brown
And red
and gold as they all fall down.
~ Henry W. Gurley ~
Scene: Autumn's trees reflected in still calm
waters.
The
air turns cool, the leaves turn brown:
A
change is taking place;
And
everywhere a sign appears
Of
Fall's approaching face.
Scene: The coloured gems of autumn bejewel
forests...far
distant lavender/blue mountainside.
The
birds begin their southward flight
That takes them
far away;
And in
their plaintive song and cry,
A fond
good-bye they say.
Scene: A brown frame home with waterwheel and
autumn's
trees; trickling waterfall to a rocky shore.
A
season dies and a new one's born...
Like
night gives way to day.
Such is
the wondrous work of God
In His
own chosen way.
~
Harold F. Mohn ~
Scene: A forest of maples and aspens, a rustic shed
with
“lean-to” and fallen leaves upon the ground.
“A stroll
through the woods, a mountain hike, a nap on the beach...
in such
encounter with nature...we often find
peace. There's just
something
about the leaves, rock and sand that makes us feel at home
in this
world. They release us from the humdrum
of our busy lives
and bring
us back to the basics of life.”
(Author
Unknown)
Scene: Glorious autumn woodlands highlighted
with a
tall spired white church and velvety green lawn.
Imagine...what it
will look in Heaven!
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(I graciously thank
Carolyn for sending me the foregoing)
Merle
Baird-Kerr...composed November 4, 2012
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