Autumn

In Autumn when I was seven years old

It was a custom for me, my daddy and sister too

To take a walk in Greenwich Green Park

Down through the trees and up the long avenue

All muffled up ‘gainst the wind and the cold.

Our aim was the clock that gave Greenwich Mean Time

But games we could play round the tall stately trees

Flaming red, yellow and brown

Scuffing our feet through he leaves that were down,

I forget now, were they chestnut or lime.

But hidden in hollows we searched for the treasure

That fairies had placed there well out of sight

– So daddy told us – to give us delight.

These gifts when found gave us great pleasure

Thanks for this pleasure we gave in good measure.