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| The Sun shining through the amber leaves |
Autumn is still shining
It can make Winter wait,
Like an extended exhibition
At The National Gallery or The Tate.
Most of Britain is gripped by
Yellow, orange and brown.
I saw a squirrel leap over leaves
As big as himself!
I say most of Britain,
In Scotland in the North and Bristol in the West
I'm told, most of the trees are bare
Waiting for the frost to cover them
In icing sugar, against a deep blue sky.
On my Autumn walk, I went past our old house,
I don't remember George the Cat so much now
And how he used to greet me with his sweet Meow.
The amber leaves were waving and throwing
The sunlight everywhere
All over the leaves on the lawn.
It can make Winter wait,
Like an extended exhibition
At The National Gallery or The Tate.
Most of Britain is gripped by
Yellow, orange and brown.
I saw a squirrel leap over leaves
As big as himself!
I say most of Britain,
In Scotland in the North and Bristol in the West
I'm told, most of the trees are bare
Waiting for the frost to cover them
In icing sugar, against a deep blue sky.
On my Autumn walk, I went past our old house,
I don't remember George the Cat so much now
And how he used to greet me with his sweet Meow.
The amber leaves were waving and throwing
The sunlight everywhere
All over the leaves on the lawn.
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| George the Cat - we were the best of friends! |
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