Gulliver Gimble Poems
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A change of season is drawing near.
Scented hay perfumes the air.
Green grass slowly turns to brown.
Fallen leaf's canvas the ground.
Sly old blackbirds have made a return.
Bluebirds fly south for tropical fun.
Warm summer skies now turn grey.
Long casting shadows dance and play.
A chill decends from some other place.
Chapped lips on a shivering face.
Unpack your coat and longer wear.
Find those gloves and make a pair.
Take a slow walk and breathe it all in.
Walk with a loved one or maybe a friend.
It's here for a bit and it won't stay ...
Going down and falling fast.
My village is restless with new comers.
Distilled combinations of worried eyes.
Thoughtless members of town hall.
They come from places I know of.
Leaving behind the like for better lives.
Bringing with them youthful disgrace.
Many more as years go by.