To all those fallen before their time
Let this ode be addressed
May the wind's breath guide you down
And grant you earthly rest
Though your time on branch cut short
Now find you safer harbor
Within the shade you helped provide
Beneath your lofty arbor
And lest the black bag cometh
And your time on this turf ends
Enjoy your new found freedom
With your freshly fallen friends
A strong Minnesota wind took many of the leaves off the trees ahead of schedule (or so their greenish-yellow color would indicate).
Only a few oranges and deep reds were mixed in to the six bags that were filled this afternoon with the help of a rake...and...a curious dog.
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