And she'll be three weeks old on Sunday!
... It's hard to have to tell
How unresponsive I have found her.
AUTUMN COLORS
The chestnut trees turned yellow,
The oak like sherry browned,
The fir, the stubborn fellow,
Stayed green the whole year round.
But O the bonny maple
How richly he does shine!
He glows against the sunset
Like ruddy old port wine.