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Changing Of The Guard
The golden sun peeked in this morning
Through curtains of antique lace.
Soft breezes whispered to me
And gently kissed my face.

Ah the splendor of the morning
The awakening of a brand new day.
Gardens rich with blossoms.
Sparkling dewdrops melting away.

The sweet scent of Jasmine intoxicating,
Morning glories reaching high.
Birds chirping secret messages.
Not a cloud in the clear blue sky.

The maple on the hill is slowly changing
Orange outlines its deep green leaves.
One day soon Autumn will be returning
To dress all the waiting trees.

I savor these warm summer mornings.
Already I can visualize.
Gaggles of geese winging southward.
In the gray-blue skies.

Like the changing of the guard
At Buckingham and Monte Carlo.
The beauty of Autumn will return
And the gardens of summer must go...


By Mariannajo

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