Autumn's Arrival
The sky in the evening has a
Red tint, a glow
Hot air balloons float by, all
Is tranquil and slow
Already the colours are changing
On the bushes and trees
And the conkers are falling in
The gentle breeze
Let's walk the country lanes
Kick leaves up high
No more wayside flowers
They just wither and die
Make the most of the wild weather
We Have enjoyed today
For Autumn nights, around
Blazing fires, are not too far away.