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Storm clouds gather but late summer sun

Floods the woodlands flashing past the train.

Autumn edges through the fields to run

In ever thinning lines against the grain

Awaiting the last harvest of the year.

Another week and schools will settle down

Bringing peace to pensioners who fear

The clumps of sub-teens clogging up the town.

Those six short weeks will quickly disappear

Into a facebook entry and a pile

Of used train tickets, photos on the pier,

Phone numbers from a bloke named Kyle.

Ten months will bring the summer back again;

How long will this year's memories remain?

Brian Hick summer 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 9.10.23