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Autumn Time
Contributed by
julieh
on
Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 02:05:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Leaves are falling from the trees
Dancing as they float in the autumn breeze
Their colours vibrant
They are all around
Covering the bleak damp ground
Childhood memories come flooding back
As under foot they crunch and crack
Temptation was to much to bare
How i yearned to kick them in the air
The trees stand tall and o' so high
Their arms outstreched across the autumn sky
Nests remain buts birds have gone
No longer can i hear their sweet sounding songs
Winter is not far away
Where days are short and nights are long
No flowers ,sunshine or birds in song
Think as winter as a magical time
Where creatures sleep and rest there heads
Where bulbs are planted in flower beds
Where fires are lit to help stay warm
And the sun peeks through on those frosty morn's
Copyright ©
julieh
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2005-10-28 14:05:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Autumn Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lin54 on
Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 02:18:21 PM AEST (User
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Love it--Makes me want to run out and jump in a pile of raked up leaves!!!
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Re: Autumn Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostrelic on
Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 02:50:24 PM AEST (User
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interesting write
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Re: Autumn Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Friday, 28th October 2005 @ 11:15:21 PM AEST (User
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Great nature write. I love the fall. Changing of the leaves and their eventual lovely carpet they leave on the ground. Though I am not a fan of cold weather. There is something so still and breathtaking in a winters day. Peace to you, Laura |
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