Fall Approaches
When the trees begin to change color,
As the leaves begin to fall.

When the nights become cool,
As the days become windy.

When the clouds begin to darken,
As the rain begins to fall.

When the air begins to bite,
As the clothing begins to thicken.

When the leaves begin to collect in yards,
As the rakes begin to pile them up.

When the water begins to freeze,
As the perch begin to bite.

When the air begins to crisp,
As the cider and donuts are brought out.

When the whistles begin to blow,
As the football season begins,

When school supplies are needed,
As clothes are demanded.

When the summer ends,
As fall becomes the season.

Where I Call Home
I come from a dead end road,
In the south end of town.
A place where the trees are colorful,
And the grass is long and luscious.

A place where home cooked meals,
Are mouthwatering.
A place where food is an art,
And always fills your tummy.

A place where plump veggies,
Wait in the garden to be picked.
A place where tomatoes, pears, & peaches,
Are canned for the winter.

A place where beds are always comfy,
And blankets are big and soft.
A place where rooms,
Are always warm and snug.

A place where plump, juicy raspberries,
Pull their branches down as they wait to be picked.
A place where crunchy sweat peas,
Are an afternoon snack.

A place where sweet strawberries,
Top warm toasted shortcake.
A place where chocolate syrup,
Lathers vanilla ice cream.

A place where patio swings,
Lift you into your dreams.
A place where huge recliner chairs,
Engulf you as you sit.

A place where hundreds,
Of pickles wait to be picked.
A place where heavy dill,
Is added when they are canned.

A place where grandparents,
Comfort their family.
A place where I call,
Home.

Some Day
There will be a day when,
Other people’s opinions won’t matter.
My own appearance won’t matter.

There will be a day when,
Only the finest foods will satisfy me.
No longer out of a vending machine.

There will be a day when,
I make my own decisions.
And even decisions for others.

There will be a day when,
My assignments are assigned by myself.
And a check reflects my work grade.

There will be a day when,
I get what I deserve.
Not equally shared with my peers.

There will be a day when,
5 star hotels greet me.
And 3 course meals treat me.

There will be a day when,
I’m greeted in Italy for lunch.
And on a Caribbean cruise for dinner.

There will be a day when,
People rely on me to be there for them.
Needing my permission for anything big.

There will be a day when,
The world looks to me as a teacher.
And I look down to them as a student.