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Autumn Morning poem

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To the Editor,

I am a resident of Maristone Assisted Living in Mt. Juliet. I am 86 years old.

My book of poetry was published last spring. Another book of Wilson County history was recently published.

I am enclosing two of my poems. If you use them, I will be pleased.

Audrey Bradshaw

Mt. Juliet

Editor's note: Ms. Bradshaw, we would be happy to run your poem (the other was on Thanksgiving). Hopefully this brings a smile to your face and to those who read it as it did ours.

Autumn Morning

It's the blue and goldest morning

That November ever brought.

All the upland is laced with azure

Where the maple flames have wrought.

Purple mists rose up the valley

Burning smoky in the sun,

And still there lies more beauty

Where the swollen waters run.

The leaves are falling

Into the air,

And where they will land

We know not where.

I'm amazed at the colors of different kinds of leaves

And together, how they blend,

And then I know how the different kinds of persons

Are surely blended friends.

There's a tang that makes the blood race,

And a beauty makes you ache,

And only God knows the timing

Of where each leaf finds its place.

Then, let the LORD tell us

For what He would have us be.

Let this glorious autumn morning

Speak to you - and to me.

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