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Topic: Autumn/Fall (08/27/09)
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TITLE: Little Red Leaf's Journey | Previous Challenge Entry
By Colin Swann
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Down River Don it travelled on; and on, and on, and on, and on.
Until it came to a golden meadow, and there got entangled on a willow.
Perchance a duck was passing by, and little red leaf had a try
To catch the force of rippled splash, so to continue with its dash.
Free from tangle it battled on; and on, and on, and on , and on.
Passed blackberry pickers on yon' far side – who were picking the berries to be pied.
Their children climbed a conker tree, and picked brown conkers with much glee,
Then target practised what passed by, and sent red leaf off in a fly.
Raced now by feathers from a swan – the race went on, and on, and on.
The plumes lacked lustre for a good reason, it was the water fowl's moulting season.
They certainly had lost their gleam, which slowed them down amidst the stream.
The feathers were now left behind, whilst leaf pressed on, new speed to find.
Wind assisted the leaf sped on; and on, and on, and on, and on.
Passed arboreal trees on nearby land, that looked autumnal and were coloured grand.
Red and yellow and green and blue, and in-between them, every hue;
Soon, distance parted it and them, so faded now the scenic gem.
But leaf continued to speed on; and on, and on, and on, and on.
Heard in the distance was a blasting gun – autumn's official hunting had begun.
Pheasants lift in family nides, whilst gunners shoot them from their hides.
The bang bang banging of the gun, then set red leaf back on the run.
The noise of guns had spurred it on; and on, and on, and on, and on.
It soon passed by where the sheep were grazing, and cattle lay on the dewed grass lazing
Pastoral scene in its glory, an autumn part of this story.
Now getting near its journeys end, the leaf set off from crofter's bend.
A screaming siren lured him on; and on, and on, and on, and on.
What he heard was distant fog horning, warning all ships on this misty morning
Of danger near the rocks and shore - to avoid loss, of boat and oar.
The journey's end brought sweet relief, for our star! The little red leaf,
Which fell in autumn from a tree – and ended its travels by the sea.
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