ENGLAND IN THE FALL.

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Glorious curtsey as the year fades out -
Lavish in her russet colours - and mellow hues .
Ravished by sun and rain - yet softer now -
With a twinkle in her eye - she looks up 
As if to cling to memories past .
Not quite letting go - almost afraid of change 
But change she must - and she must bend .
Bend to the cooling nights - and misty morns -
Bend into the path of the harvester's teeth .
bend to let her swollen boughs -be relieved of fruit .
Bend to let her clothes - however beautiful their colours 
Now  loosened from her - fall to the ground .
Until - semi-naked she stands -
To embrace the silence of the idle ploughs .
Only the melodies of the robins -
Beseeching her not to give in to melancholy - 
To look forward with hope -
And not be bound in regrets of past glory .
GOD  is still in control - she must succumb 
And as she does - she bends -
And with one final sigh 
She sheds her final leaf .



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MAY THE GLORY OF AUTUMN 
BEND OUR HEARTS CLOSER 
TO THE ONE WHO GAVE HIS ALL 
FOR US . ..WHEN HE LEFT HIS
GLORIOUS COURTS TO COME 
INTO THIS FALLEN WORLD TO 
SAVE US .


GOD BLESS YOU ALL 


With love from S.C.Mitchell.
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