November In The Hills

A beautiful Spring morning of twenty five degrees Made even more pleasant by a freshening breeze The balmy air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees And the birds chirp and whistle on bushes and trees Through the blue and sunny sky just a few clouds of gray So good to be living on such a nice day In the children's playground children laugh at their play Youth does have it's fling as some are known to say November in the high wooded country a beautiful time of year Utopia to such places has to be near Of singing Nature's praises one never could tire Her beauty the writers and artists inspire Them to practice their gifts of creativity To sketch and to write of the beauty they do see.