Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,105 Points (28.06.1952)

The Seasons - Poem by Phil Soar

Where the avenues of trees were green and breezes blew
The wind has now stepped up its pace as autumn came into view
And leaves of deepest green are now deforming into rusty hue
Here comes the season of the fall and there’s nothing we can do

As pavements take on falling leaves, decaying everyday
And darkness creeps upon us and for months is here to stay
We must not let this time of year destroy our love of seasons
The beauty as they leave us, is just one of nature’s reasons

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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