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THE THIRD SEASON


I love the colour of the autumn leaves

Blown to the ground in the gentle breeze

The air now feels so cool and fresh

The third season I love the best,

I love walking and watching the sky change

Until it changes bright blue

Then when dusk comes around

I find myself walking through the leaves so brown,

I  continue walking  along the side of the burbling brook

I feel so glad to be alive

Taking in such wonderous sites,

suddenly the sky turns red

Was it something  I said?

By Abbe Cutforth

9th Competition

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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