Autumn in Pennsylvania


Spring's youthful splendor
can't compare with autumn's magic
on a Pennsylvania countryside.

A tapestry of green and gold,
orange and brown, scarlet and amber--
stretches from valley to hilltops.

Camera can neither capture
nor brushes duplicate the beauty
of a Pennsylvania countryside.

Sticks of crayon are too sparse,
with all due intent and effort,
to paint a canvas so spectacular.

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