Fall's Magic

I discovered ‘Fall’ when I was ten,Yes, Autumn happened long before,I just began to notice then.Sit back, I’d like to tell you more…
To make us culturally aware,Our Mom would haul us once a week,To Mrs. Sproad of the greying hair,For music lessons. So to speak.
Each time, I’d sweat my half an hour,On piano bench. With tongue in teeth.When brother sat, I got to scourThe farm. From barns to distant heath.
With collie, Princess, by my side,I wandered out wher’er I could.Through grasses long and leaves all dried,Just two of us there in the woods.
The sounds, the smells I can’t forget,The crisp and spicy odors pleased,If I could, I’d be there yet,Running through the crunchy leaves.
With Princess and her ringing bark,My trustworthy companion, she,A furry, friendly matriarchWho now is just a memory.
So now each time I smell those smells,Or find myself knee deep in leaves,The memories, I can’t dispel,Fall's magic? On my heart it breathes.
Mondays do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we three besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week, we'll celebrate with flair,The funny, fuzzy Teddy Bear.