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ENGLAND IN THE FALL. ************************** 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 . ************************** 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. ( please sign my guestbook ) Vote for this poem
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