AUTUMN

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

Tullygrawley School