Autumn in Clayton
by Thomas K. HuntStep in the breeze
At summers end
It's your your favorite time
It's Fall again
Put on a sweater
Maybe wear a hat
Time for the Witches cat
Everything's golden, yellow, and red
A pile of leaves
Make a colorful bed
Distant cheers from a football field
The hero scores and his fate is sealed
Once in glory
A small taste of fame
That's not his story
He just loved the game
Every year you live for this chill
The one that falls
Over McCarn's hill
The echoing burst
From a blind that has sight
So many fly away
To rest their wings at night
It's not a season
But a feeling inside
A full bright moon
Fills the night sky
Millions of stars
Diamonds of light
Autumn in Clayton
On an October night
04/04/2003