| Show INDIAN SUMMER By Wilford Wheeler Oh whatthrill to be alive In the Indian summer days When Mother Nature takes her brush And artistic skill displays When every mountainside and hill With brilliant colors gleam And every valley dale and nook Fills any artistdream When the fleeting sun sends it golden beams Shimmering on the maze And fills the soul with awesome glee Inpersonwondrous gaze Tis naturegrand finale As she gathers up her cast And makes the grandest exit Of the summer that is past Not only just the colors Of the canyonbrilliant mouth But to hear the sound of birds farewell As they fly toward the south Just to hear the sound ofbugling elk Or the sight offleeting buck The piercing howl oflone coyote Or the quacking ofduck Just to feel the rays of the gentle sun The soft whisper ofbreeze To see the signs of fall in the air Or the aspens shimmering leaves But cre long we know the time will come When the leaves will fall and fade Itjust as if Mother Nature For herselfbed has made 160 |
