With each gust of wind

On this wonderful fall day…

Some trees hold their leaves

A little longer than others

Making me believe others

Will be raking before me…

I miss the smell of

Burning leaves of years

Gone bye and thankful

For the township scheduling

To pick up leaves from

Now until the first snowfall

Which I hope is much later

This year…

Scheduling seems to make

The seasons fly for one

Who never seems to follow

Time, rules or schedules.,

I’m on time for what suits me

Follow rules I install

And schedule very little…

I’v been called uncoachable

Never take constructive criticism

By those that try to form me..

I find I’m a free Spirit

That doesn’t follow the mAsses…

Mother said she was raising Chiefs…

Not Indians…

I just followed her instructions…

I feel she’s proud of me…