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In Autumn Fair
In Autumn Fair The Old Oak stands strong in dappled shade, with sunlit greens and browns upon the misted fields, who yield their timeless gaze. The bird of prey ; she soars eagerly on lofty heights, soon swooping down amidst the soil. Triumphant now she bears her rodent crown, the mice had run amuck but now perchance their final destiny called; from feathered heights and sunlit hills and diamond-beaded cobwebs all a-glistening in the glade, while the Earth hushes a lull and Autumn gives her great Embrace. Leaves entwined in a flurry of a breeze Caught up in the air like a charm to be later tramped underfoot, amidst much crunching and laughter by carefree deftly footed children Only hampered by the imaginations of their parents , ‘Shhhh, tread softly now!’ ‘Don’t ruin your shoes!’ ‘Walk, don’t run!’ And so the uttermost pleasure of Autumn is for-stalled, until adults chatting altogether, in a semi half gaze, forget the delights of childhood and wonder why they dare to dream no more…. Meanwhile the children run and jump and dance, for the leaves are making music as they play. For surely the only life worth living is life through the eyes of a child. NaomiRainbow
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