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Gold Medalions
Gold medallions shining on the woodland floor,
birch leaves falling in the morning breeze
dance in shafts of light piercing branches
green but fading. .
The alder not yet ready to shed her autumn tints.
Pine needles on the footpath, fresh green needles
in the towering tops. wait for the winter,
while below, bracken dies to ginger,
ferns, green until Christmas snow and frost.
They wave farewell another year is passed,
it has been good fun, let's do it all again
just the same each day I shall come
watch you in your beds pull my jacket round
dodge puddles, fallen trees and branches,
looking for signs of spring just after Candlemas.
Then, February gone and March to come
see primrose yellow once more promise .
spring is come again.
birch leaves falling in the morning breeze
dance in shafts of light piercing branches
green but fading. .
The alder not yet ready to shed her autumn tints.
Pine needles on the footpath, fresh green needles
in the towering tops. wait for the winter,
while below, bracken dies to ginger,
ferns, green until Christmas snow and frost.
They wave farewell another year is passed,
it has been good fun, let's do it all again
just the same each day I shall come
watch you in your beds pull my jacket round
dodge puddles, fallen trees and branches,
looking for signs of spring just after Candlemas.
Then, February gone and March to come
see primrose yellow once more promise .
spring is come again.
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