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 ...
The hole is place one can not escape.
A place to keep you in your place.
Fall flat on your misguided face.
Many amoung us in this human race.
The hole brings light from far above.
Gives you pain instead of love.
Underwinged shadows of lonely doves.
A place you lay with simple bugs.