There isn’t a spot of ground anywhere

This beautiful sight is usually quite rare

It's one of these sights that takes your breath away

But this is nothing, this is just child's play

The scarecrows blow in the wind like rag dolls

You can see the flags swaying to and fro on the flag poles

I hear the “Pitter Patter” of rain on the leaves

Yet the leaves are still coming down in heaves

Brown, Red, Yellow and Gold

The colours are really quite bold

We are powerless against the storm of colour

And now the contrast is getting duller

- Emily Pentecost