Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Readers' Poems

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Readers' Poems

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AUTUMN LEAVE THEY often say that time speeds up as time goes by But this is getting mad, the way the months now flee, Where has this year gone, is it behind the settee? Somehow October's here, what happened to July? The world feels like a falling apple, or the sigh Of some unhappy traveller with far to go, I hear the call of Bassenthwaite and Scafell Pike, Ringing with Wordsworth's old heartaches in stereo, The Cheviots and Northumbrian pipes also Cry: "Forget the dishes and get out for a walk". I'd love to see Housesteads; or maybe Alnmouth But not wanting to go far, Hong Kong and Borneo Aren't doable these days, true the train goes to York But being strapped, I simply choose to wander south, It may be pavements rather than a country track, There are not too many fruiting vines round thatch-eves But by the time we reach the Angel of the North The mists have mostly cleared, and as we ramble back We sense some ancient message in the vivid leaves, The same as if we'd made it to the Firth of Forth. …

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