Thoughts by Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy (age 14)
I love the Autumn, and yet I cannot say all the thoughts and things that make one feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore, to watch the angry sea; Where summer people were before, but now there’s only me.
I love wood fires at night that have a ruddy glow. I stare at the flames and think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me that says to run away to come and be a gypsy and laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy taste of apples, the snowy mist at morn, the wanderlust inside you when you hear the huntsman’s horn.
Nostalgia – that’s the Autumn, dreaming through September just a million lovely things I always will remember.
Today, you can deliberately pause to witness the last traces of autumn’s glory. . .
