Friday, 4 March 2011

For Peter

The Leaves fell from the Autumn trees
Dancing and weaving in the breeze
Two golden leaves entwined as one
Lay basking in the morning sun
The leaves were wafted on their way 
Through fields of gold and rocks of grey
North and South, East and West
At last they found a place to rest
So gently the leaves began to part
The breeze caused one to dance and dart
It danced away towards the sky
To be at last with our Lord on high
(Poem written by Thelma)

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