Leaves Tumble

Down  a windy lane leaves tumble,

conkers hang like baubles from trees,

trucks pass with a noisy grumble,

down  a windy lane leaves tumble.

Blue skies darken and then rumble,

raindrops fall driven by the breeze.

Down a windy lane leaves tumble,

conkers hang like baubles from trees. 

Small children their soft voices trail 

lost in autumn’s blustery din.

Its violent song billows and wails, 

small children their soft voices trail. 

White carrier bags like kites sail,

like flighty birds they dip and spin,

small children their soft voices trail,

lost in autumn’s blustery din.

The harsh rain stings my rosy cheeks. 

Bright lightning streaks across the sky 

as thunder fiercely booms in peaks, 

the harsh rain stings my rosy cheeks.

As dead twisted trees bend and creak

buffeted seagulls fly on by,

the harsh rain stings my rosy cheeks.

Bright lightning streaks across the sky.

Smoke plumes rise from red chimney stacks,

swirling like playful wispy ghosts,

as dogs run down an old dirt track,

smoke plumes rise from red chimney stacks.

The coal scented air takes me back

to gran's house and hot buttered toast,

smoke plumes rise from red chimney stacks,

swirling like playful wispy ghosts.