The leaves, grown rusty overhead,
Dropped on the road and made it red.
The air that coldly wrapped me round,
Stained by the glowing of the ground,
Had bathed the world in the cosy gloom
Of a great, red-carpeted, firelit room;
It filled my lungs, as I rode along,
Till they overflowed in a flood of song,
And joy grew truculent in my throat,
Uttering a pompous trombone-note;
For this elegant modern soul of mine
Was warm with old Autumn’s rich red wine.
Thanks to everyone who put up with the road work all summer long to come to our store! It will be nice to have you all using our front door again!
Back to School Time! Brings back memories...Come see the vintage student supplies we have at The Salvage Shop!