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Wednesday, 15 August 2007

AUTUMN

THE SEPTEMBER SKY

WILL BE PASSING BY

BEFORE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE

TO BATHE IN THE SUN

FOR IT'S ALMOST DONE

SUMMER'S HAD IT'S DANCE

IT WONT BE LONG

BEFORE THE SONG

OF THE AUTUMN STARTS TO SING

GOLDEN TREES

AND AUTUMN BREEZE

AS WINDCHIMES START TO RING

I LOVE THE CRUNCH

AND GOLDEN MULCH

OF AUTUMN LEAVES AGROUND

THE COOLER AIR

THROUGH TREES SO BARE

MAKES AN EERIE WHISPERING SOUND

THEN BEFORE YOU KNOW

THERE WILL BE SNOW

GLISTENING EVERYWHERE

WE'LL BUILD UP THE FIRE

HIGHER AND HIGHER

AND SLEEP IN A BIG SOFT ARMCHAIR

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 comments:

emabecmar said...

beautiful poem. i loved it. ((((((hugs)))))
Cindy

astoriasand said...

Too true dreading the winter coming along Brrrrrr .Don't mind autumn though Lovely verse Pat.Take Care God Bless. I hope your MIL is much better.Prayers still being said. Kath
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