As I wandered on a walk this fall,
I came across this mortised wall,
Capped with stones both large and small.
Above spread the seasons shawl
Of leaves so rich the colors call.
It wasnt tall, as I recall.
Below it the leaf strewn path was small,
With ground coverage enough to have a ball
When kids go kick, and jump and sprawl.
I was blessed to find this wall this fall,
To walk the path, to see it all,
And what I thought was best of all
Were those colors that kept me in their enthrall.