Joyous Times Day 11: Autumn Days and How Tom Will Not Scratch Baby
Summer will soon be over. Sad, I know! Here is another poem pertaining to the field. It seems like a simple, quiet life, doesn’t it? Autumn Days Autumn Days are pleasant: When the men are reaping; When the air is still and mild, And the clouds seem sleeping. Then we happy children All run out … Continue reading Joyous Times Day 11: Autumn Days and How Tom Will Not Scratch Baby