Fall - 1 by John Halsted

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A short poem about the passing of Summer



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chapter 1   —   updated Nov 14, 2007   —   842 characters   —   0 people liked this writing
Its late in September the trees have turned red
I’m finding it hard to get out of my bed
The morning’s all cold and its now a little darker
Finding motivation is getting a little harder

The dawn chorus is all but gone
A single sparrow sits and looks all forlorn
The swallows flown south following summer
Should I have gone too I sit and wonder

The leaves are now falling all red and gold
The ground’s is now damp and the air is all cold
I watched as my breath forms before my face
Like it had done in another time and place

The breeze is now cool upon my skin
I thinks it is time we all went in
One for hot chocolate another for tea
Oh I love my family ‘round me

A little more grey up in the sky
A little less light to play outside by
A train whistle sounds far away
Going into a tunnel taking summer away
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