The corn stocks shocked across the field,
and pointing to the sky,
like Indian teepees in a row,
watched the world go by.
The distant hilltops wrap themselves in robes of smoky haze.
Trees leaves painted,
red and gold.
These Indian summer days.


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(Driving through the Ozarks when the leaves are changing...well you just can't beat the feeling, especially when you're 9 years old)