FALL COLORS

Once upon a time, forty nine years ago, I wrote a poem in school about the fall colors.
Today, I thought of that  poem as we drove around looking at the fall colors.  This is how it started.

In fall the leaves turn brown and red,

Falling down they make a bed.

and that is all I remember........

 

Can anyone offer a few lines to finish this poem?  I would greatly appreciate your help.

Maybe these pictures we took today will inspire your creativity.

 

 

We started today in Green Valley, Illinois.

 

                                                    I think Monet painted this tree.

Orange

 

Yellow

 

Pretty little tree growing beside a farm fence.

                                                          Now we are in Pekin, Illinois

 

The stones are a nice touch to this Burning Bush.

 

Oak lined street.

 

Now we are in Sunset Hills, Pekin.

 

                                                               Beautifully shaped.

 

                                                                 The Mighty Oak

                                                                     A Birch Tree

                                                                          Twins

                                                 Pekin Insurance Grounds on Court Street

                                            Good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.

                                           Pekin High School trees along Parkway Drive

 

                                                                     A closer look.

 

The corner of Parkway Drive and Broadway, Pekin, IL

                          Love this street lined with Burning Bushes next to the golf course.

This road is near my house.  Doesn't it look like a nice place for a walk or a bike ride?

 

See the deer path that goes toward the oak tree?  It is in the field next to my house and is heavily traveled. 

I also feel heavily traveled.  I did not know I could get tired from taking pictures, but I did.
The sun is setting and we are hungry.  Bob Evans here we come.

Oh, did you come up with some lines to the poem?  Please share.