Late Autumn In Maine

Story ID:	3667
Written by:	Tom Foley (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Oxford Maine U.S.A.
Year:	20007

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Posted 03/28/2008 18:20 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply

I haven't been to Maine but now I want to be there this fall. Gail

Posted 03/28/2008 19:31 by Virginia Allain | Reply

Very interesting topic. I enjoyed your descriptions.

Posted 03/29/2008 06:36 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply

I've always wanted to go to Maine in the fall. Now I really want to go. Beautiful prose. BJ

Posted 03/30/2008 07:24 | Reply

Loved this poem Tom, it does indeed show how each season has its own beauty. I love the springtime when the buds are waiting to spring into colourful array. Thank you for remembering an aspiration to Saint Brigid. With a name like Foley you must be Irish. Best of luck, keep writing.

Kathleeen.

Posted 03/31/2008 15:46 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply

What a grand poet you are, Tom. I'm green....Kathe

Posted 06/23/2008 02:18 | Reply

Hi Tom,
This poem makes me yearn for a an autumn in Maine! Living in southwest Florida has numerous advantages, but alas, we don't have the seasonal changes you write about, so reading about it is the next best thing to actually experiencing the colorful fall season.
Thank-you for stirring up some vivid images with your well chosen words.
Blessings,
Sandi in FL.

Posted 08/09/2008 18:08 by Lorraine Linda Cadran | Reply

Dear Tom,
I loved the poem and the colorful visuals you provided.
I have been to Maine many times and marvel at how beautiful it is especially the coastline.