By Barbara WilsonTo The Haldimand Press “Along the line of smokey hills,The crimson forest stands,And all the day the blue jay callsThroughout the autumn lands.” This is a favourite poem of mine and when I see the trees start to change colours, it reminds me of it. This poem is also one that is in the Grade 8 School Art…
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