Fall is arriving
Winter is near
And so that means
That I can’t be here
The unheated shack
Is perfect for summer
But I hate the cold
I think it’s a bummer
The mice will take over
While we’re away
Without my cat guarding
They get to play
The garden perennials
Will grow without care
Next spring when I’m back
They’ll already be there
The snow will settle
On lawn and on roof
In Vermont in the winter
There’s never enoof
One last canoe paddle
Then we bring in the dock
The birds are flying south
Flock after flock
I’m headed there also
But Vermont, never fear
Like the birds I’ll be back again
See ya’ next year
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