Walking through the woodland path,
Remembering those days now passed,
Golden leaves are scattered around,
Their resting place on sodden ground.
A robin rears it's pretty head,
I think of times with you instead,
Sounds of morning fill the air,
The trees that once so green, now bare.
The breeze picks up, i feel it's chill,
I can't forget you, never will,
For Autumn is a special time,
Remembering, your hand in mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
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