The Last to Turn

 

The Last to Turn

 

 

The golden maple is last to turn

As oft I've seen it happen,

'Tis a marv'lous treasure for all to view,

When roused from it's autumn nappin'

The tall red maple turns first of all

And the hick'ry not far behind,

Then the glorious maple in the midst of the yard

Awakens as no other kind
 

For the scene is turned to a gilded blaze

With quivering leaves in the breeze,

Like twinkling stars or Christmas lights

Shaking and fluttering with ease

 

Tis' the end of the show it signals all,

The performance has come to an end,

But it lights up your heart with it's radiant glow

And warms you like an old friend.

 

Written by David L Warbritton for friends and family. No reprints without permission.