Nestled snuggly in the trees
The harvest moon was hung
Balancing upon the leaves
There on the topmost rung
Where autumn breezes tickled it
With little songs they’d sung
Of days long past when that old moon
Was spry and bright and young
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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Your pictures are so much better than mine! :-)
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