Poem: “An Autumn Greeting” by George Cooper

 “Come, little leaves,“ said the wind one day,

“Come over the meadows with me, and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold;

Summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

 

 

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the meadows they danced and flew,

Singing the soft little songs they knew.

 

 

Dancing and flying the little leaves went;

Winter had called them and they were content – 

Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,

The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.