In the fall, we strolled together
Admiring the works of God
And the beautiful Kentucky hillside
Was sprinkled with goldenrod
Our old jalopy took us many a mile
For hours, we would talk and ride
We never tired of each other
Our hearts full of love and pride
Stopping to climb high on a hill
Daydreaming, picnicking for hours
And as the sun was going down
Picking loads of fragrant wildflowers
Before we knew it, we were off again
Storing even more memories
Our wants were small; our needs so few
In spite of life’s uncertainties
Never realizing our time was so short
Living only for the love of each other
Enjoying that last carefree, happy day
Not knowing we'd never have another
When he left me in the wintertime
I heard a mournful whippoorwill
Now my love and the goldenrod
Wait for me on a Kentucky hill
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
October 4, 2005
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