Autum Leaves
I enjoy the smell of burning leaves in the fall. Brings back childhood memories
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I stood under a magnificent chestnut tree in my youth waiting for the school bus. I did not notice it till I was sixteen. It had been there before the First World War. Brown and yellow it met me each day. I saw its beauty at seventeen too, but alas no more. I grew old, like my old friend, and one day it was felled. No more.