I saw three crows in conversation,
I saw the trees a'changin'
I saw the clouds cross prairie skies
It sent my heart to achin'

I love the fall
I love the chill
I love October weather

I miss the mountain lines an' lives
I miss the ways and wearin'
Of the roads, the curves, inclines


(this may remain as is or may be added on to... it's an original poem by me and is under copywright)

(becks.. stop laughing ;o) )