SPENCE, JACK AUTUMN

AUTUMN

Thick and fast the leaves are falling,

Making pathways look like treasure,

Yet the robin loud is calling,

Not for mercy but for pleasure. 

Now the beech-tree is not rich

For the wind has stole her money,

And has strewn it on the ditch,

Where now no more the bees make honey.

 

Jack Spence Age 11

Tullygrawley School

 

 

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