A sky of bluish grey
\nThat overwheelms the spirit day
\nA spidery Beech may over reach
\nIts spangled strutting way
\nIt searches theough the sky above
\nThrows up its arms and shouts
\nRemembering when all its leaves
\nWere falling around and abouts<\/p>\n
The cherry didnt drop its leaves
\nDead they clung on for dear life
\nIn the final dance the music sounds so raw
\nTwanging all the overheads
\nAnd tripping tiles until
\nThe rain does enter
\nNear the centre
\nAns runs off down the aisles<\/p>\n
December comes in raging
\nA roaring Lion above
\nThe animals are out there
\nGiving us their love
\nIts almost dark by 4 oclock
\nBehold a hooting owl
\nThe lamps are on already
\nLighting darkness from the bowel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sky of bluish grey That overwheelms the spirit day A spidery Beech may over reach Its spangled strutting way It searches theough the sky above Throws up its arms and shouts Remembering when all its leaves Were falling around … Continue reading