In the fading days of summer; in the early afternoon,
We climbed the path that winds to Dorry's Ridge..
Where the crispness of the autumn air fortold a snowfall soon
On the rolling hills beyond the Springtown Bridge.
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Hi Frank. A superb poem which takes the reader all the way to Dorry's Ridge. I can even hear the geese returning. well done a great read. Regards Dave T. a 10 for sure.