What can YOU say in six sentences?
The autumn leaves still drift across the fields adorned with dew.
The sounds and smells of shortened days still summon certain snow,
And bands of birds, like winged words, still warble winter's woe.
The farmers know: "We reap--We sow," yet even they seem strange
To this October's oddness... to this November's change.
We've all seen Peyton's miracles in banner years and lean,
But none of us seem settled on a year without "18."