Autumn England Poems

This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I...

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A cold mist drifts across the ground,   
bringing a musty smell          
from damp mulch...

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Dozy with Cider
The tavern was quiet but for old farmer John,
when the Kings rider strode in demanding a bed,
He ordered his ale and sat next...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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In the lonesome woods near Sunapee
I spied the perfect apple tree.
With ancient trunk, yet in its prime,
A thing of beauty, its form sublime.
As I approached...

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The horses hitched, the team stands ready
The farmer’s hands on reins firm steady
Prepared to work with heads held proud
To challenge fields that lie unplowed.

With gentle...

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Dark skies lurked to press upon 'em
To Autumn they succumbed
Trying to change was superfluous
By twilight, the hills were overcome

Fingertips of trees reached upward
Hoping to prick...

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this is the tale of ed jeeves

notorious friend of thieves

each fall he will rise

to much darkened skies

and pilfer neighbors red leaves.
...

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East Devon Beacon
by Michael R. Burch
 
Evening darkens upon the moors,
Forgiveness?a hairless thing
skirting the headlamps, fugitive.
 
Why have we come,
traversing the long miles
and extremities of...

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Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine
Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat
Last seen by The Red Lion on the street
And off to Swindon on...

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I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat
I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo...

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Laying with my eyes still closed,
I know he morning has come,
For I can smell the sweet perfume,
That only a morning in Autumn has brung.

The sweet...

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A sudden feeling propelled me to go down to Ellanor C. Lawrence Park
and walk on top of the old colonial Spring house  wall 
I...

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like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge

the...

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 On
a cold
autumn eve,
playful fingers
tangled, soft and shy.
The smell of hot chestnuts
wafted through the milling crowd,
a promise of comfort and warmth.
We watched, you and I,...

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