Autumn in the Hills

I was sitting on my front porch, one late autumn day,

Listening to Tom T. and just passing the time away.

Watching the pretty leaves turn color and fall.

Sipping some peach shine, in wonder of it all.

The hills have a beauty, especially during autumn.

Squirrels know what's coming, find nuts and hide them.

They know in winter it will be from hand to mouth.

All kinds of birds gathering, getting ready to go south.

Autumn is the buffer between summer and winter.

In the hills summers are nice, the winters can be bitter.

Autumn has the star filled night skies of late summer,

And the cool, brisk, frosty mornings of early winter.

I was sitting on my front porch, one late autumn day,

Listening to Tom T. and just passing the time away.

Watching the pretty leaves turn color and fall.

Sipping some peach shine, in wonder of it all.

If I had a choice of which season to have all year,

For me the choice would be abundantly clear.

I would choose the season, autumn, hands down.

In the hills, on my front porch, I will be found.

I was sitting on my front porch, one late autumn day,

Listening to Tom T. and just passing the time away.

Watching the pretty leaves turn color and fall.

Sipping some peach shine, in wonder of it all.

Autumn in the hills, on this front porch of mine.

Autumn in the hills, just sipping a little peach shine

Autumn in the hills, so much beauty to see.

Autumn in the hills, the best season for me.