- The Miracle of Leaf Joy -
By John Herlihy
The miracle of leaf joy,
There I sat as a boy.
On the earth’s autumn blanket,
Ready to partake of God’s banquet.
The trees threw off their leaves,
Naked limbs overhead as the tree grieves.
The leaves rain down like winter snow,
With all the thrill Mother Nature may bestow.
Falling down as I look up amazed,
I catch my breath feeling dazed.
The leaves brush my open face,
But fill my soul’s empty space.
This day I know I will remember,
A day in a life in late September.
Such happiness known by a little boy,
Now filled with the miracle of leaf joy.
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(c) John Herlihy January 2019
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But when hunting, except for where the disturbed leaves left a trail by an animal, walking quietly through the brush was sometimes almost impossible to do. Sitting still and waiting for a noisy animal to come your way was often the only way to hunt.
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