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Fall, that most brilliant of seasons,

With an aroma all its own,

Has for various reasons

On my affections grown.


It’s partly all the color;

Red?  No, reddish brown?

Orange?  It’s one or the other,

That leaf that just fell down.


And it’s partly the falling leaf;

A twirl, a spin, a sliding drop;

A sky dive, Oh, so brief

With the slightest clatter of a stop.


And it’s also that “fally” odor;

Corn in shock, ear on stem,

Leaves when they’re walked over,

As you crunch your way through them.


A major part, I must admit

Is school; a bell, a book;

A different room in which to sit,

To listen, learn, and look.


And – I might as well be honest,

I like pumpkin pie, a little squash;

All the nuts the trees rain on us.

And Delicious, Jonathan, and McIntosh.


Fall’s nice warm days and cool nights,

That hazy, smoky distant view,

The full autumn moon that on us lights,

Those are truly reasons, too.


Oh, I know that fall must terminate

To winter; it is only just.

But I’ll enjoy autumn before it’s too late,

For enjoying fall is a must.

          – eab, 10/75

Written while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN.

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Define this thing called talent.

Describe its dimensions please.

Does it come in large and small sizes?

Like holes in Swiss-like cheese.


God gives to each man one.

But what if He gave him two?

Or three or half a dozen –

Sorting’s a job to do.


What if the talents seem to counter?

If they both cannot be done,

Yet both were given by God –

Both have a right to run. 

          – eab, 6/84 

Penned while pastoring Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN.

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Give us ways of worshiping the Master,

          Grant us ways.

In these days of rushing ever faster,

          Restless days.

Urge us upward through the clamoring din,

          Ever onward.

Till upward pulling You bring us in,

To brightest heaven, banished of sin,

To mansions prepared for mere men. 

          Pull us upward.


Draw us nearer to Your Father heart,

          Bring us nearer.

Become dearer; not farther apart,

          Always dearer.

Make my soul a simple scrap of steel,

          Work my soul.

Make it sensitive to feel,

The attraction so real

Wood, hay, & stubble from me magnetically peel

          Tug on my soul.


I pray Thee let us hear Thy calling voice,

          O, pray Thee.

Let us serve Thee by eternal choice,

          Selflessly serve.

Soon tomorrow will beckon in haste,

          Timeless tomorrow.

Help us so live that when we are faced,

With the record we have fixed in place,

Our sojourn will not be a useless disgrace,

          Has’en tomorrow.           

 – eab, 6/80

Written while pastoring Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsvill, TN

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