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South Lakeland is beautiful part of England. This is my corner where i can post my poems and photos and also write about walks. This is also a place where i can air my veiws and opinions.

Saturday 30 October 2010

Autumn Jewels

Autumn Jewels:

So here is autumn once again,
In this ever changing scene,
The time when trees shed all their leaves,
And dewy meadows gleam.
 
Leaves of red or golden-brown,
Rain down in blustery winds,
They settle on the woodland glade,
Where the morning Robin sings.
 
Puffing up his bright red breast,
His tune is a sweet delight,
He brightens up these darker days,
And even sings at night.

Woodland Toadstools glisten,
With drops of morning dew,
They shine like jewels in the forest,
Good seats for an Elf or two.

Windfalls drop from sleepy trees,
Fruit both sweet and bitter,
Children collect them from the floor,
Amongst the damp leaf litter.

Mossy Sticks are thrown up high,
By young hands wet and cold,
To knock down spiky cases,
And collect the bounty they hold.
 
Their Conkers fat and polished,
Strung up on old shoe laces,
Bring pleasure to many children,
And put smiles upon their faces.

Fattened up with fruit and nuts,
The Dormouse fills his larder,
For soon the winter will be here,
And foraging will be harder.
 
He fills his nest with all things warm,
And curls up for the night,
His night could last for several months,
By then spring will be in sight.

Starlings gather like swarms of Bees,
And fly in tight formation,
They create amazing shapes at dusk,
It’s a spectacular occasion.

Berries entice the Thrushes to feast,
They come from far and wide,
To strip these succulent shiny fruits,
Throughout our countryside.

Now the Robin sings his song,
Each note is a sweet delight,
He brightens up these darker days,
And even sings at night.

We wake up from our torpid sleep,
To frosty window panes,
Or hear the sound of hail and wind,
And those freezing autumn rains.

So let’s be very joyful,
Let’s go and spread our wings,
As this is a time to be thankful,
For all that autumn brings.

Our autumn is a lovely time,
In this ever changing scene,
And all things that are golden-brown,
Will again one day turn green.

1 comment:

  1. A very beautifull poem by a very talented yorkshire man, it shows your heart breaths all things wild and wonderfull.x

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