by Tony Gorman on Sep 6th, 2016 - 2580 Views
Hallow be to all we see
As autumn comes our way
When evenings they grow shorter
To cloak the light of day
When ripened fruit will bow the branch
And winds will make them fall
And fields of gold are sowed again
Where once it grew so tall
And migrant birds have left our shores
Before our winters chill
And...