As the days of Autumn fell upon the
Ouachita Mountains,
The chilled nights summoned down from the
mighty Oaks in waves of storms
The invading forces, dressed in burnt
coats like silhouetted jagged forms,
Landed and conquered all the lands of
bereft fields now blanketed in decaying leaves...
When then stepped forth General G. Border
and called out:
“...there is no yard field ready for war
if even one yard tool exists that doesn’t give all sake to rake!”
A once private, who served at the Battle
of Noffs, stepped to the front and reported,
“Corporal Wyre Rake, at all sake and at
ready - Sir!”
The General commanded:
“Corporal, go forth and scrape the
southern flank;
Drive the northern rear; occupy the
eastern front
for the enemy has overcome with massed echelon
hold of the garage door and driveway
entries”
The Corporal Wyre Rake confronted the
troops massed at Sierra Drive; overwhelming the cavalry legions at Watershed
Gulch and devastating the armies of the Backyard Wing;
winning the Battle of the southwest field
of “Don’tfeedem” cemetery ridge.
And finally, a truce was called between
the forces of eternal leaves and the forces of annual
beliefs.
Pray Peace was won for the moment, as the
question between leaving and springing,
Remain to Mother Nature’s whim.
