Time for leaves on branches so high,
To change to colors that make the soul sigh.
Time for pumpkins to be displayed,
In yards and on porches while children play.
Time for scarecrows to come out and stand guard,
Straw hats, hay bodies,
Protecting the front yard.
Time for the squirrel to gather his nuts,
And store them away in his tree hut.
Time for the bear to go to sleep,
Beneath the ground buried so deep.
Time to look up and see,
Geese flying overhead,
Above land and sea.
And time for us to come together,
To celebrate Thanksgiving Day,
To offer thanks to our Father for
showing His love in such a colorful way.
October 27, 1999
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