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“Fall,” New Era, Sept. 1984, 51


Fall came today,

A bold entrance—

Not sneaking one foot in like other years.

To the eye all looked the

Same brown green of Indian summer.

Flowers bloomed brilliantly in their beds.

Not a leaf cluttered the lawns.

But, walks were brisker,

And the smell of the air reminded one of


Not altogether forgotten.