Lets take a walk in the forest
Treading on red gold and brown
Leaves that the Autumn winds have spread
Lay scattered on the ground

A few short months ago the leaves were fresh and green
But the magic of nature has worked
Now red gold and russet is seen
In the gentle breeze the leaves do fall
To lay in carpet rows all around

This is the season I love the most
When the air is fresh and clean
A coloured interlude before nature takes her rest
Before once again new life is born
And the earth once more refreshed

This is the season of plenty, nourishment there for all
The season we call Autumn and some of you call it Fall
All to soon Winter will come
The season of festivals and fun

Soon it will be time to sit by the fire
To write and tell of the year just expired
To sit and reflect on the things we have seen
And paint pictures of where we have been

Without the magic of nature, of the bounty that nature provides
No one would be here today, None would be able to survive
It's thanks to her that I can sit here and write
Or maybe just dream sitting in front of my log burning fire

For many long years I have wandered
And many long miles I have roamed
But a voice in my head is now calling
Calling me back to my south country home

I have walked in your tropical forests
Experienced the hot desert sun
Climbed the mountains snow capped peaks
In your lakes and blue sea I have swum

Now a voice in my head is calling me back
To the rolling green hills of my home
Back to the place where I was born
To walk again through the pine woods
Beneath the war summer sun

Many years ago I did leave her
I was a youth so fearless and bold
Now I hear my south country calling me back
To the place where I can grow gracefully old

I will never forget the friends that I made
As I wandered your far distant shores
And if ever you visit my south country
You will see a welcoming sign on my door

I can't write the words like some of you can do
I can only write the words that in my mind come into view
I can't write words of devotion or never ending love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up above
Yes words about the sea and the gently rolling hills
These are words I know and sometimes get to use
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and harsh
Some words can tell of sadness while others make you laugh
Some words of fellow poets here cover every point of view
My words are plain and simple but I share my words with you