Americas Fall.

The leaves are falling everywhere

People are in long lines waiting

Faces are determined a newer self

To prevent the fall of leaves from falling

On their dreams the seasons newest be it

Lines the shorten fall of walking this mile

Through the now shorten day the last days

To some in that fall their belief in hand 

Bringing to America the Holy Ballots

To ones stuffed ballot boxes 

The French voted yesterday 

A vote I see in their ♥️ 

In hand have had a say

All I can say to you 

In a course so true rhyming my words

Not few but true to I love you

Not said in the quiet quiet steps 

To record their sentiment 

And sweep the leaves to curb

The newest coming will bring new leaves

Shadowing America’s streets green new America

Bringing smiles to our life’s fall to fall

To the next time and waiting line.

(C) Daniel A McMahon.