Take pen and ink, and write it down.
[Lewis Carroll]
Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure;
Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon's pleasure.
Short days, sharp days, long nights come on apace,
Ah! who shall hide us from the winter's face?
Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease,
And here we lie, God knows, with little ease.
From winter, plague, and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us!
[Thomas Nashe]
Autumn
autumn is a clocks changing
and dark evening after school
autumn is shiny conkers
and seeing who finds most
autumn is leaves flikering down
into heaps on the roadsides
autumn is birds flying south
to escape the snow
autumn is football
and our team ready to win
autumn is deed leaves and windy walkes
bonfires and hot sausages
[Mehwish Shakeel]
Once again the poems were found on the Poemhunter site - a searchable place with half a million poems, songs and quotations.
Lovely colourful collage John and the chicken has quite a comical look about it :) Nice verse too although I did feel somewhat less cheerful by the end of the Thomas Nashe one than I did at the beginning :)
ReplyDeleteI think it's been an exceptionally colourful autumn this year John. A nice selection here.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely hen, John.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jan. For once the chickens in the churchyard took no notice of us and carried on scratching through all the fallen leaves.
ReplyDeleteI think Winter was more of a hazard to health in the 16C.
I think you are right Keith. Far better colour than at least the past three Autumns though tonight's 35mph gusts will have blown a lot of the leaves away now :(
ReplyDeleteThere are several types of hens in the large garden next to the churchyard Emma and occasionally they go walkabout. That one looks to me as though it is wearing chain mail armour.
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