A STROLL WITH MY GRANDSON

Oh come with me my Little One, we'll go down near the pond, and stroll through Natures beauty brought by Autumns magic wand.

We'll stroll by clumps of golden rod, the richest of them all. We'll see the bright red sassafras, the surest sign of fall.

Amid it all the gum tree stands with leaves of every hue, One can't describe the beauty here, 'twould be too hard to do.

Enjoy it now, My Little One, so you will see and know. Cold winter skies are coming soon to cover it with snow.

The winds will howl, the snow pile up and cover everything. Then Natures beauties go to sleep and wait for coming spring.

John L. Gwaltney

FARM AUCTION

There's an old farm home now for auction, The buildings to sell with the land. A fish pond and fruit bearing orchard, planted there by the late owners hand.

A deep well with a curb by the smoke house, filled with water sparkling and clear. Built and walled with sand-stone formation, A bucket and a rope hanging near.

A young couple had settled and built here And lived there for many long years. They worked the old homestead together, and shared their joys and tears.

Now they're gone from their dream home forever, They moved to their home up on high. The buildings stand silent and lonely Waiting for someone to buy.

When you look at the empty old farm home, It really isn't what it may seem. For the pieces were fitted and placed in with love and each nail driven in with a dream.

John L. Gwaltney