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The Old October Sky

Sitting still under a crimson tree
Casting my eyes over the great marsh
Now wrapped in a shrouded mist
Out past some long river’s mouth
Where large clusters of black clouds
Go racing by perpetually fast
And under the old October sky
The dusk and frost await their freedom
From the vanishing summer sun
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Posted: Oct 20
About this poem:
Our mood matches changes in the seasons.....

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Comments (1)

Oceanzestonline today!
Great imagery, super title... enjoyed, good write... cheers
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