Autumn Adventures
by cricketjeff on October 17, 2021. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
My granddaughter has found the drifts of leaves
That grace the paths that cut across the park.
The swings can wait while boots create a crunch
And golden whirlpools dance where we have been.
And conkers shine like new-born precious stones,
Exploded from their spiky armoured shells.
Too tempting for a girl to leave behind
She fills my pockets with her treasure trove.
But now it’s time for roundabouts and slides,
To steer the ship then climb aboard the swing.
Another push? Another and again
And on and on till tea-time calls us home.
It’s hard to know what pleases her the most
The Autumn leaves, or plates of jam and toast!
English