Hi Everyone, Heading for the North Carolina Mountains for a couple of day's. I thought I would share this poem with everyone. Love, Robin OCTOBER's YIELD My house is now filled with October's yield >From the painted woodland, orchard, and field. There are crimson apples in a blue bowl And gay chrysanthemums to feed the soul. Strings of red peppers hang from the kitchen beams; Dahlias in a brass jug are golden dreams. A brown pottery churn holds marigolds And also maple leaves in reds and golds. There are chestnuts and potatoes to roast; Cellar shelves hold treasures of which they boast. I'm glad I stored within my house and heart October's yield before it has to depart. By: Earle J. Grant Ideals 1964