As the leaves turn colors and the ill smell of pumpkin fills the air We understand that Autumn is upon us. The chilly and crisp morning, To the searing and balmy warmth of the midday. Not a care In the world for the youth as they as dress themselves in ones boring Uniform to being their day as pupil. The earthy odor of fallen leaves Mixes with the petrichor to create a pleasant odor. Night falls as the critters come out dressed as hero's, and thieves. The motto of the night being repeated with a holler. Toilet paper in the trees resemble the actions and bad Decisions of the adolescence. Sometimes I wounder How this time of year can make me glad. Then I understand when I see the young child’s bags full of plunder Candy. The sweet sound of enjoyment and laughter does not fill my heart. The only night where we can roam before we depart.
Just a small-town rancher and his dog trying to get somewhere in life...