Reflections of an English Autumn
Autumn Leaves and Red Poppies
Leaves falling upon the ground,
Silently without a sound,
Yellow, red, orange and a golden brown,
Creating a carpet that has just been laid down.
The days are colder and darker now,
Colds and flu flourish but we survive somehow,
It's not long before the clocks go back an hour,
And when it's cold outside we turn up the power.
As October marches on, and we move into November,
The red poppy comes out, it's time to remember,
It's over a hundred years since the Great War broke out,
And historians will recall all those desperate battles no doubt.
And as millions died deep in the mud,
A minutes silence will be held for the great and the good
Written in October 2016
About the Creator
DAVID PRIOR
I write poetry, when the mood takes me. It may be something topical or on occasions I have a request. I take one day at a time, never take anything for granted, and believe that love and laughter make the world a better place.
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