Autumn has Gone

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 26th Nov 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A poem about Autumn leaving us behind to a cold wet time of year and the work on the farms that needs doing

Autumn has Gone

Autumn is on its way he is leaving us to endure cold damp and wet times,
The trees have portrayed their last piece of grandeur and the leaves go,
It's the end of the richest and warmest colors the landscape unrivaled,
The delight of walking through woods and over long fields is disappearing,
So is the joy of watching the wind driving the many tinted leaves before it,
Gone treading on rustling leaves in still glades the language of the season,
The hops have been gathered and the poor city people's holidays are now gone,
The farmers are busy turning up the soil with his plough ready for next year,
The ditches and the meadows are being banked up in the many muddy old fields,
Gathering, storing potatoes, carrots, beet-root and Swedish turnips finished,
And the orchards are cleared of their fruit the old bruised apples for cider.


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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
26th Nov 2012 (#)

I love the line ..rustling leaves ...the language of the season ...I can feel and hear it ..perfect.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
27th Nov 2012 (#)

Morning Stella and thank you.

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