September breeze echoes,
In Pennsylvanian hills,
Ganders begin gathering,
in sunrise crisp and still.
Hues of autumn's bouquet,
spread nature's canopy.
Reds, golds and crimson,
splendor bursts on tree.
Shadows cast, end of day,
downhill mountain stream.
Trickling through seasons,
reflecting sunlight's beam.
Nestled in valley below,
hustle and bustle unfound.
Layed back way of living,
nature's colors surround..
Over hill and over dale,
green of summer gone.
September breeze blow,
past autumn and beyond.
