The grey squirrel collects food on a carpet of golden leaves which covers the wood, the river is full of life, a kingfisher darts from the bank catching a very small fish. The air is crisp and sharp, the mountains are covered by snow. Autumn in Scotland is a tonic for the soul.
Michael Cochrane ©
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Lovely lovely poem. The power of observation of the poet is excellent. Top score.
Thank you