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Autumn Falls





Water rushing downwards
From off encircling hills
As beneath the rock face
The small brook quickly fills
Oak trees that Tudor Navy
Made masts both straight and true
A steep path heading upwards
As early light shines through
Acorns in abundance
'Twixt leaves of brown and gold
While out across the red-earth fields
The misty views unfold
A wide track leading westward
Beneath a line of beech
Towards a wooded skyline
With Exmoor now in reach
Ancient trunks embedded
In layered banks of flint
Along the lovely bridleway
That bears the horses' print
Autumn on the Coleridge Way
With thoughts of poets past
Colours there at every turn
Weave memories that will last.

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