September 22, 2008 ...IS THE FIRST DAY OF FALL.
IN HONOR OF THAT DAY WE WANT TO GIVE YOU A PRIZE!!!!

TELL US YOUR STUFF:

POST YOUR BEST FALL STORY OR POEM...TELL A FUNNY STORY ABOUT LEAVES CHANGING OR KIDS RETURNING TO SCHOOL. HOW ABOUT THE GRANDKIDS RAKING A HUGE PILE OF LEAVES? OR YOUR NIECE NOTICES A YELLOW MAPLE TREE FOR THE FIRST TIME.DID YOU EVER FORGET TO CHANGE YOUR CLOCKS? TELL US YOUR STUFF!!!!!

RULES:

YOU MAY ENTER AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WISH, ALTHOUGH THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE WINNER.
CONTEST POST WILL BE A STICKY: LOCATED IN FREE OFFERS.

WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN BY LILYPAD AND LADIBUG ON SEPTEMBER 22ND 2008!!!!

PRIZE:

REALFREESTUFFORALL GIFT PACK.(ARV $15.00)
magnets
postcards
and more!!!



GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY POSTING,

LILYPAD & LADIBUG

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.

Pumpkins in the cornfields
Gold among the brown
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down
Birds that travel southward
Lovely time to play
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!

September
by Helen Hunt Jackson

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.

THE LEAVES ON THE TREES
Tune: “The Wheels On The Bus”

The Leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
Yellow and brown, yellow and brown.
The leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees are falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
The leaves on the trees are falling down,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound,
Crunching sound, crunching sound.
The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound
All through the town.

Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound,
Into a mound, into a mound.
Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound
All through the town.

The children in the town jump up and down,
Up and down, up and down.
The children in the town jump up and down
On the leaves on the ground.
Jean Warren

My puppy likes to carry leaves in her mouth.It's really cute! I'll try to take a picture the next time she does it. :dog:

Autumn

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.





This English translation of "Autumn" was composed by Arthur W. Ryder (1877-1938

oh, doggy in the pound
why do you not bark?

You never make a sound
think I'll keep you
take you to the park

You're eyes so blue
soft fur so white
so calm so true
I want to love you
with all my might.

You don't have to be alone,
come here lil' sweet one
let me take you home
I will make sure you have lots of fun!

"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."
- Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905

Fall is Here


Helen H. Moore


Fall is here.
Another year
is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,
orange, gold, and red.
Fall is sweaters with long sleeves
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is footbell,
Fall is pumpkins,
Fall's where summer ends.
And
Fall is coming back to school,
and seeing all my friends.

lyrics about autumn that go to the tune "London Bridges".
Golden leaves are falling down,falling down, falling down.
Golden leaves are falling down.
Autumn time is here!

Get your rake and rake them up, rake them up, rake them up.
Get your rake and rake them up.
Put them in a pile.

Jump into the big pile, big pile, big pile.
Jump into the big pile.
Now, we have a MESS!

no funny stories here...but...you guys should do this for halloween...now that is my kinda holiday!!!!

babygirl92699 wrote:
THE LEAVES ON THE TREES
Tune: “The Wheels On The Bus”

The Leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
Yellow and brown, yellow and brown.
The leaves on the trees are yellow and brown,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees are falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
The leaves on the trees are falling down,
All through the town.

The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound,
Crunching sound, crunching sound.
The leaves on the trees make a crunching sound
All through the town.

Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound,
Into a mound, into a mound.
Let’s rake all the leaves into a mound
All through the town.

The children in the town jump up and down,
Up and down, up and down.
The children in the town jump up and down
On the leaves on the ground.
Jean Warren




AND THE WINNER IS!!!!!!babygirl92699!!!!!!

Congratulations babygirl!


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I enjoyed reading all of those....

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all wonderful!!!!!!!!!1