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Kunama 1971


The Seasons


Now the leaves have fallen,
The autumn days are done,
Winter's crawling over us,
With it's cold and misty song.

The skies carving in the song,
Make sculptures in the ice,
The winter sports, the frosty nights,
The panoramic sights.

Now the leaves are waking,
The winter days have gone,
The spring is coming, coming soon,
With it's warm and living tune.

Then summer bursts in sunshine,
With swimming at the beach,
The seasons all have passed,
The year has gone at last.

David Connell 1A



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