Autumn (1956)

Now Autumn is come
It is lots of fun
And the leaves come tumbling down
With colours so bright,
In the soft Autumn light,
The gold and the red and the brown.

September is gold,
The fields showing bold,
With the ripening harvest grain.
The tractor is heard,
With the song of the bird,
As together they sing in the rain.

October is red
The carpet is spread
With leaves o'er hill and dale.
Birds fly away
Are gone in a day,
And the hops are ready for ale.

November is brown
The leaves are all down
And the day the children remember,
Round bonfires and greens,
Squibs and rockets are seen
For it is the fifth of November.

M. BAKER (IA).