Through winding road and withered way,
Pass willows shading the cool of day;
Gums and house set back from the road,
Wearisome travellers share the love and the load.
The meaningful English style country side,
Seen along the road both narrow and wide;
With lattice trellis and climbing rose,
Garden of green and red autumn leaves flow.
Life is lush and this traditional beauty rare,
Filling life with dreams to places where;
Millions of leaves just waiting to fall,
The wind will follow along the gully wall.
We drive and pass the stone walls near,
As morning turns into lunch right here;
A play on words turns life around,
And becomes a new from mountains sound.
Oh brilliant light pleas light the way,
The grey of haze would turn night to day;
The settles mist amidst it all,
Is answered by a wild birds call.
Such wealth so seldom rich, life's little time,
Of so many thing in which to rhyme;
A fire in the heart of a homely house,
Burns with warmth from heat of hearth.
Signed,
An April Autumn
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