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“The Indian Summer of Life
Should be a little sunny,
And a little sad,
Like the season,
And infinite in wealth,
And depth of tone,
But never hustled.”

Henry Adams


Music: The Color Of The Wind


The forests were changing color
Indian Summer had now begun
It was time for a colorful sojourn
Before Indian Summer was done

Far too soon, old Jack Frost would arrive
And all of Fall’s grandeur, would be gone
Far too soon, we would wake one morning
And find numerous snowflakes on our lawn

I have always loved each of Earth’s four seasons
But I am always saddened, when each of them go
So, we headed off, on our Indian Summer Sojourn
Through the woodland, that my spouse and I love so

She packed a delightful picnic lunch, and we were on our way
Traveling through colorful meadows and forests, with our dogs
Our destination, a lovely little wildwood lake that we both adore
Our picnic table a grassy lakeside area, our chairs rugged old logs

And this little Indian Summer Sojourn was marvelous for all of us
It was a perfect afternoon, extremely peaceful, colorful, and serene
Mother Nature was in all her Autumnal glory, right before our very eyes
Now, both humans and canines look forward to returning here next Spring

The forests were changing color,
Indian Summer had now begun;
It was time for a colorful sojourn,
Before this Indian Summer was done.


©Indian Summer 2015, Mr. Ed