ONTARIO IN THE GOLDEN DAYS

A WHIFF OF A CHILL ON THE

EVENING BREEZE

MEANS SUMMER IS FADING

AWAY

A HINT OF GOLD HERE AND

THERE IN THE LEAVES

MEANS FALL IS NOW ON THE WAY

THE TREES WILL SOON BLAZE IN

THEIR GLORY

WHILE THE GLASSY LAKES MIRROR

IT ALL

WHEN I COME TO THE END OF LIFE’S

STORY

WHAT I’LL MISS MOST OF ALL IS THE

FALL

William Bedford

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