by Unknown
Sep 2009 289 Views 1 comments
Tis Autumn
Pumpkins in the fields
Gold among the brown
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down
Birds that travel southward
Lovely time to play
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!
Gatherers are a'foraging
nuts abound they find
tempered love a star doth give
and trees a'shed their drapes
so ready ovens for the day
for berries of the field
Nothing is as pleasant
as an Autumn day!
Gold among the brown
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down
Birds that travel southward
Lovely time to play
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!
Gatherers are a'foraging
nuts abound they find
tempered love a star doth give
and trees a'shed their drapes
so ready ovens for the day
for berries of the field
Nothing is as pleasant
as an Autumn day!
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Comments (1)
I have a quail, my pet, in the house, his name is Pumpkin. When I started to read your poem, I imagined him and his friends quails in the fields, before I realised you meant vegetables
LOL