AutumnAutumnThings We See In The AutumnThings We See In The Autumn
Fruit ripe on the Fruit ripe on the treestrees
Colourful berriesColourful berries
Food for the birds and Food for the birds and other small animalsother small animals
Seeds blowing in the Seeds blowing in the windwind
Crops are being Crops are being harvestedharvested
Fields are being Fields are being ploughedploughed
Leaves are turning Leaves are turning brownbrown
The Horse Chestnuts are The Horse Chestnuts are ripening on the trees ripening on the trees
An Autumn poem An Autumn poem by Elsie N Bradyby Elsie N Brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the groundTo lay a carpet, rich and rare,Beneath the trees without a care,Content to sleep, their work well done,Colours gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly flyUntil they nearly reach the sky.Twisting, turning through the airTill all the trees stand stark and bare.Exhausted, drop to earth belowTo wait, like children, for the snow.
D Wood 2008D Wood 2008