In one of our activity sessions the residents together wrote a poem for autumn. During another session they then illustrated it for display, the results were striking.

Autumn

As the days get shorter, crisper but bright

Swallows gather and must soon take flight

While geese come, in a noisy throng

Singing their raucous but joyful song

Yellow, orange, red and gold

All the leaves are getting old

Blowing, whirling in the breeze

We all kick them up to our knees

To lanes and fields we make our way

For berries that we pick all day

Field mice to seek the barns

To save themselves from any harm

The temperatures are getting cooler

The sun's rays are getting shorter

Morning dews expose the spider's webs

And hedgehogs hibernate in a bed

Golden cornfields are harvested in

And stored away in a vast bin

Folk take produce to the show

Very proud of what they grow

Nature is preparing to sleep

Waiting for new life to peep

For it is only just under the ground

Waiting for spring to come around