A famous painter once asked his wife,
“What beautiful scene shall I paint?”
“Something rather nice,” replied the wife,
“Make it simple, make it quaint.”
“What reminds you of fall, my dear?”
she thought . . . . then replied,
“The cool, crisp nights when the sky is clear,
Pretty flowers having just died.”
“The fresh hay when riding at the fair,
The trees changing to colors so bright,
Warm apple pies when the aroma in the air,
The crackling warmth of a fire on a windy night.
“Tart apples, cider, pumpkins, and so much more,
Snuggling in cozy blankets on the floor,
Paint the scene that comes to you,
These are my thoughts, through and through.”
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