Au­tumn

Black Country Bugle - - YOUR LETTERS - By Janet Oakey

Went for a stroll through the park and thought, How beau­ti­ful are the trees With all the won­der­ful coloured leaves.

Vivid shades of red, Gold and brown And just watched As the leaves came sail­ing down.

A car­pet of gold, The branches al­most bare But pro­vid­ing us with fun To kick up the leaves with­out a care.

Lovely to hear the chil­dren Play­ing all so care­free Rid­ing their bikes Or climb­ing up a tree. Bet­ter than be­ing in­side On com­put­ers When there’s a chance To be out­side On swings or scoot­ers.

Au­tumn is orange, we all know The sun shines And ev­ery­thing is a-glow. Na­ture’s ta­ble is brim­ming So we can have a game of conkers But Health & Safety say it’s too dan­ger­ous The world has gone Bonkers!

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