Gone, the blistering heat of summer Gone, the horrid sweltering crazeArrived is autumn’s drummerBlustering winds awake the blaze Antsy the oak-tree lady-squirrel Sprightly her pockets overload Song-less grasshoppers turn scurrilous Then jump leaps to glimpse at God Why have the kids gone shambolic*Fall winds don’t fan to make shut-insBe on the lookout for Maggy MoulachShe’ll blow in with ease […]
