The various seasons have
each their own particular charms and Autumn is one of the most
beautiful. An Autumn scene is one of rare beauty. Autumn brings with it
the fulfilment of the promise of Spring. The orchards are full of
ripened fruit and the golden corn awaits the reapers scythe. Thus,
especially in the country, autumn is a time of rejoicing, but in the
hearts of many is the thought that the gorgeous autumn splendour is but
the herald of the approaching winter. On a typical autumn day one sees
the trees arrayed in their most brilliant colours, and the hedges are
covered with their fruit, the bright, scarlet berries. The predominant
colour of autumn is yellow, and the gardens are ablaze with big, yellow
sunflowers. Apart from this, another sign of the coming winter is the
flocking together of the migratory birds. They seek a warmer climate
than England presents in the winter, but they come back to herald the
return of Spring.
“Where are the songs
of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.” (Keats)
J. Sykes, Form VB
I saw the hot dust scatter and fly
And the lance head’s shining blade
As the hoofs of the chargers thundered by
Through the quivering Indian haze.
And who could pick as they flashed “in fours”
The master of strength, the Lord of grace?
Surely the spirit and fire were yours,
Mahomed Khan of the carven face.
Only a game on the bare maidan
As I watched the pegs that were placed, I knew
‘Twas the soul in your conquering mind, oh Khan
That won the glorious cup for you.
E.G. CROFTS, Form 1VA
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