I see the Autumn-time has come,
The drowsy drone of the bee is dumb,
The leaves are gone once more.
The stately trees stand black and bare,
Their clothes below lie in a layer
About the byre door.
Harsh Winter-time is growing fast,
The wind is roaring at full blast,
Autumn will soon be by.
The fields are bare and hungry now;
The farmers soon will start the plough,
In brown the acres lie.
Torrens Kennedy Age 13