Fall Impressions: the Last of the Many

Amidst all the trees that have turned their brilliant colors of

yellow, red, orange and brown, there stands against the sky,

alone above all others, a tree that still holds on to it's green leaves.

Still carrying on the function of magically converting

sunlight and water into the air we all breathe.

And though it still does this, soon it will follow

suit and change into more dazzling colors of fall.

But not yet, not while it can carry on, still green

still standing above all others, the last of the many.

I wrote this in high school for a creative writing class. Before computers and word processors, and we didn't have a type writer. So my Mom would type my papers for me on her lunch hour at work.

This is the what she typed at the bottom of the page:

(Mother's impression—from this awkward teenager from whose mouth at times come such strange utterances and who seems to be all sports, science and mechanics. It seems almost unbelievable that there can come forth such incredibly beautiful prose)