Eve

A wife Adam had, named “Miss” Eve.

She came from a spot near his “sleeve.”

Though to be a help-mate,

She, then he, soon ate;

They ate ‘cause they didn’t believe. – eab, 3/3/05

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Indian Summer

Warm, and cooling in the evening,

Grass dry, and browning,

Wind full, and blowing;

Ah! – Indian Summer.

 

Clouds white, and billowing,

Trees all hues, and bending,

Last rose lone, and fading,

Autumn everywhere.

 

Walnuts and hickories falling,

Little red one-rooms swelling;

Clear-toned bells ringing,

The best is here.

 

Leaves green – now yellowing,

Yellow – now browning,

Red and varying,

Each a color to share.

 

Reaping and harvesting,

Gathering and storing;

Careful and preserving,

Now fields are bare.

 

Once and short lasting,

Each year returning,

Beautiful and heart churning,

Lovely, lovely, Indian Summer.   -eab, 10/1964 

 

Written while at student at God’s Bible School,Cincinnati,Ohio   

 

 

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