This is land which screams the glory of god
huge trees which stand like rigid monoliths
pointing to clouds like giant puffs of shaving cream
drifting over landscapes that spread out like icing
and low spots like bowls turning into blue bodies
of rippling water, just out the kitchen window
grass thick and green like old shag carpet
that begs to be rolled around in
My dog, tongue hanging out
wags her little tail, each time i walk outside
as we walk around our patch of earth
one ear hangs down, the other half cocked up
her big brown eye reflecting the amber rays
of a setting sun
forcing a smile on my own face
as I feel the cool breeze, with the taste of autumn
September is my favorite month