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'Come little leaves said the wind one day . . .'

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To The Daily Sun,

I am quoting below from a letter that my best friend e-mailed to her son who is a Merchant Marine and is now working on a tanker in the Pacific Ocean. Now we all know that the ocean does not have "leaves" and she wants him to remember what Fall is all about.

"Sweetie this is just about the extremely great fall N.H. has ever had . . . the month of October has been hot, warm with a gentle breeze, so that our leaves on our trees stayed for a long time without falling fast. . . the rain and wind usually brings them down.

I took a ride around out town, North Conway, and south to Karass and no matter where you looked the trees were warm with brilliant colors of yellow, orange, red, mixed in with our green pines. The mountains were breathtaking looked like a quilt with all the colors of our life we live and see. It is like the tree's branches were reaching out to hold you in there arms to warm you before the long winter.

The road on the neck was so beautiful. . . you could close your eyes and picture this . . . trees with their painted colors are hanging over our road with the bright sunlight and warmth. . . a few crispy leaves on the side of the road when you drive by and hear them rustle. . . remember that sound. . . I just thank God for its glory, I love the season's of different colors and wait for the first snow of white and the crisp clean smell. I know you always say it's sad when fall comes but I don't look at it that way at all because Mother Nature knows life changes with a new season to refresh out lives and we go on and look forward to the next day, week, month so don't count the days, MAKE THEM COUNT. Find something in each day that counted in your life; it could be a small prayer. . . to helping out someone. . . or just reflecting the day you woke up too. Stop for a minute and smell the air.

Now I'm going to reflect back for a second your Mom does that as she gets old. . . you may not remember but grandpa used to sit in his rocking chair near the window and say this poem to you and Kara on his lap come the fall weather: 'Come little leave said the wind one day, come over the meadow and play with me. Put on you dresses of red and gold the summer is gone and the days grow cold' . . . and I looked this up one time on the Internet and it is a real poem with more words to it because I thought he made it up. He was quite the guy to reach out to teach you both things he learned in life .

So I'm rambling and I know you are getting bored with reading this. . . so have a safe trip up and back I'll write again but not this boring. . . I wrote this because the rain is coming and the leaves will be gone and our winter will be right behind us.

All my love to you, your Mum. XXXOOO"

This letter should brighten up your letter section instead of what people are writing now. All complaints that really cannot be resolved.

Happy Halloween and enjoy the beautiful fall leaves while they last because we all know what is around the corner!.

Barbara J. Perry