Hi, I am not sure if I have typed this before or not. Hope you enjoy however Love, Robin AUTUMN TAPESTRY Framed within the casement Of my windows I can see The rich and varied colors Of the autumn tapestry Worked in glowing shades of red And russet, mauve, and blue, The garden in the rolling view--- Sunflowers blazing round the path And dahlias bold and bright; Beds of gay chrysanthemums, Bronze, amber, rose, and white, Massed against the mellow background Of the distant scene, Stretching to the far horizon, Brown and gold and green; Furrowed acres newly plowed, The corn shocks, and the hay; Orchards, stubbles, cottage roofs, And churches old and gray; Meadow pastures, willow-fringed, Where flow the winding streams--- Lovely as a picture In the tapestry of dreams BY: Patience Strong Ideals Magazine MCMXCIV Sign up for Internet Service under $10 dollars a month, at http://isp.BlueLight.com

Its a lovely poem, and now thinking donuts and cider. Dot's post on the Tree colors was a pleasant reminder of how beautiful the colors were up North this time of year. We have a few hardwoods, but mostly pine and southern greens. I do appreciate them as we never look like its the dead of winter, but oh the fall colors. Norma ----- Original Message ----- From: Robin M Stinson <robinpaulstinson@mybluelight.com> To: <NJ-MEMORIES-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, October 07, 2002 8:14 PM Subject: [NJ-Memories] Autumn Tapestry > Hi, > I am not sure if I have typed this before or not. Hope you enjoy however > Love, > Robin > > > > > > > AUTUMN TAPESTRY > > Framed within the casement > Of my windows I can see > The rich and varied colors > Of the autumn tapestry > Worked in glowing shades of red > And russet, mauve, and blue, > The garden in the rolling view--- > > Sunflowers blazing round the path > And dahlias bold and bright; > Beds of gay chrysanthemums, > Bronze, amber, rose, and white, > Massed against the mellow background > Of the distant scene, > Stretching to the far horizon, > Brown and gold and green; > > Furrowed acres newly plowed, > The corn shocks, and the hay; > Orchards, stubbles, cottage roofs, > And churches old and gray; > Meadow pastures, willow-fringed, > Where flow the winding streams--- > Lovely as a picture > In the tapestry of dreams