Guest guest Posted November 5, 2011 Report Share Posted November 5, 2011 Â Â Â " Rainbows Of Fall In Autumn when the leaves turn brown And red and gold, they all fall down.To paint a picture, oh so rare! I know that God is there... To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn show,To brush His skies with molten gold;I watch His art unfold. No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills. In time the land, a living scene,Comes bursting forth in savage green;And I confront the season's thieves That took my Autumn leaves. But soon softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down. ~~By Henry W. Gurley. ~~ The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face. The birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,And in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say. A season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Such is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way. ~~By Harold F. Mohn. ~~ A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, and a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 7, 2011 Report Share Posted November 7, 2011 How glorious, Anne!Wish we had color. There is virtually nothing here, it's so sad. It's as if we will go right from summer into winter. It has happened in the past, and it's no fun! (I have heard it is supposed to be a brutal winter; sure don't need it after last year's. Hasanyone else heard about this winter in their area?love to all,KateTo: MSers Life egroup <MSersLife >Sent: Saturday, November 5, 2011 3:03 PMSubject: RAINBOWS OF FALL " Rainbows Of Fall In Autumn when the leaves turn brown And red and gold, they all fall down.To paint a picture, oh so rare! I know that God is there... To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn show,To brush His skies with molten gold;I watch His art unfold. No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills. In time the land, a living scene,Comes bursting forth in savage green;And I confront the season's thieves That took my Autumn leaves. But soon softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down. ~~By Henry W. Gurley. ~~ The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face. The birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,And in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say. A season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Such is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way. ~~By Harold F. Mohn. ~~ A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, and a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 7, 2011 Report Share Posted November 7, 2011 the train tracks look like traveling west from Washington, Mo to Hermann, Mo on the south side of the river the mill race I know with the water fall is a mural - I saw it in a doctors office  the reflectsions remind me of Lake Barkley just south of the Kentucky - Tennessee line - 45 minutes from Fort  we didn't have much color this year  Theresa's movie will have to film in Ohio to get the color they need - Michigan is already leafless and the snow is about to fly  How glorious, Anne! Wish we had color. There is virtually nothing here, it's so sad. It's as if we will go right from summer into winter. It has happened in the past, and it's no fun! ( I have heard it is supposed to be a brutal winter; sure don't need it after last year's. Has anyone else heard about this winter in their area? love to all, Kate To: MSers Life egroup <MSersLife > Sent: Saturday, November 5, 2011 3:03 PMSubject: RAINBOWS OF FALL     " Rainbows Of Fall In Autumn when the leaves turn brown And red and gold, they all fall down.To paint a picture, oh so rare! I know that God is there... To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn show,To brush His skies with molten gold;I watch His art unfold. No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills. In time the land, a living scene,Comes bursting forth in savage green;And I confront the season's thievesThat took my Autumn leaves. But soon softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down. ~~By Henry W. Gurley. ~~ The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face. The birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,And in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say. A season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Such is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way. ~~By Harold F. Mohn. ~~ A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, and a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 13, 2011 Report Share Posted November 13, 2011 This was really beautiful. Thanks for sharing Anne! Hugs, Jackie J From: MSersLife [mailto:MSersLife ] On Behalf Of Reiki LadySent: Saturday, November 05, 2011 12:03 PMTo: MSers Life egroupSubject: RAINBOWS OF FALL " Rainbows Of Fall In Autumn when the leaves turn brown And red and gold, they all fall down.To paint a picture, oh so rare! I know that God is there...To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn show,To brush His skies with molten gold;I watch His art unfold.No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills.In time the land, a living scene,Comes bursting forth in savage green;And I confront the season's thievesThat took my Autumn leaves.But soon softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down. ~~By Henry W. Gurley. ~~ The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face.The birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,And in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say.A season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Such is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way. ~~By Harold F. Mohn. ~~ A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, and a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 13, 2011 Report Share Posted November 13, 2011 This was really beautiful. Thanks for sharing Anne! Hugs, Jackie J From: MSersLife [mailto:MSersLife ] On Behalf Of Reiki LadySent: Saturday, November 05, 2011 12:03 PMTo: MSers Life egroupSubject: RAINBOWS OF FALL " Rainbows Of Fall In Autumn when the leaves turn brown And red and gold, they all fall down.To paint a picture, oh so rare! I know that God is there...To mastermind His ebb and flow;To stage His wondrous Autumn show,To brush His skies with molten gold;I watch His art unfold.No grander sight could I behold:These leaves of brown and red and gold.But Winter bodes its icy chillsUpon the snow-clad hills.In time the land, a living scene,Comes bursting forth in savage green;And I confront the season's thievesThat took my Autumn leaves.But soon softness in the air!God paints a picture, oh so rareOf Autumn leaves that all turn brownAnd red and gold as they fall down. ~~By Henry W. Gurley. ~~ The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,A change is taking place,And everywhere the signs appearOf Fall's approaching face.The birds begin their southward flightThat takes them far away,And in their plaintive song and cryA fond good-bye they say.A season dies, a new one's bornLike night gives way to day.Such is the wondrous work of GodIn His own chosen way. ~~By Harold F. Mohn. ~~ A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, and a nap on the beach, in such encounters with nature we often find peace. There's just something about the leaves, rocks, and sand that makes us feel at home in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives and bring us back to the basics of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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