A golden thoughtWhy not go and play
There is work to be done
A trivial thought to stop me
Lets run and romp
And enjoy all the colors about
A collection can become a collage of love
I still have lots to share
These beautiful colors of fall
Provide a feeling of power in the air
Oh gentle hillsides of every hue
Lets climb a tower to see what's new
Two hundred forty feet into the air
Watching the blue jays fly everywhere
What a joy it is just to be here
Out on the prairie.
Someone didn't like the stairs down and needed carried.