Golden Fall Maples
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Marilyn Lott
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Across our hay field I watch
As leaves turn to gold
All through the huge Maple trees
So brilliant, cheerful and bold
Soon they'll tumble listlessly
Blowing all over the field
Next year they'll blend right in
And add to the summer yield!
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