Literature
Autumn
We sit, we talk, we run, and we walk.
We love, like, feed, and eat.
And it’s a new day that is gay,
Till daylight, we wait and stay.
We knight our way with kites, to say,
“A wintery night is a gay sunrise.”
The ghastly times will not take us away,
For we will fly as birds.
Days may be astray, but we'll have our night.
I am not who you think I am.
I work all day as it passes.
We shall have a churn supper today!
Nobody has the guts
To take our new day away.
