In the Spring, I was a child
Sometimes timid, sometimes wild
Summer was fast and brisk
Scornful of danger or risk
In the Autumn, at my best
Seasoned, mellow, ready for Rest
***
Passing thought…
In the Autumn, what would I do?
I don’t know, I have no clue!
Summer sunshine turns winter grey,
There is no Fall where I stay!
🙂
***
For Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus
the girl who walked too much 
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September 19, 2011 at 12:32 AM
Becky Pries
great post
September 20, 2011 at 12:08 AM
Dazee
so good. I loved it.
September 20, 2011 at 3:04 AM
Nonna Beach
Great job ! I love that you included all the seasons in your poem/lyrics !
September 20, 2011 at 2:58 PM
Anna's Adornments
Hi nimaruichi,
Thanks for visiting and commenting on my ‘In the Autumn’-post.
Best wishes,
Anna
September 22, 2011 at 5:42 AM
Viki
Very thoughtful Centus. It went well with the song. Great job.
September 30, 2011 at 3:56 AM
Jenny Matlock
I really enjoyed both of these!
The top one reminded me of a folk song! I could hear some acoustic guitar backing that one up!
Really lovely.
September 30, 2011 at 12:23 PM
Deborah
I loved both og them, I’m going to have that tune in my head again al day now! :o)
October 3, 2011 at 10:31 PM
The Gooseberry Garden
this is beautiful.
welcome writing for our prompt this week,
week 7 theme: love and loss.
you can share random poems if you wish.
best regards.