Day 2878: Sometimes in autumn, when the leaves begin to fall and a cold wind blows out of the north, I remember ....
Sometimes in autumn,
when the leaves begin to fall
and a cold wind blows out of the north,
I remember
the amber leaves
of the cottonwood tree growing
in my Grandparent's front yard.
Grandpa had constructed
a wooden bench around the tree
so that we
could sit and rest
while playing
in the front yard.
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