Harvest the Autumn
red leaves are falling
down from the branches
to whitewash the season
come sing
come dance
come play the game
Lake glistening crystal
blue shining bright eyes
reflect the passion
of living a real life
the truth
the love
a path into peace
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Scott Thomas Outlar lives simply in the suburbs, spending his time
writing essays, poetry, rants, and prose-fusion screeds dedicated to
the Phoenix Generation. He can be reached at 17Numa@gmail.com.
