When autumn skies upon me settle, and chatter of summer turns to debate and hustle and we run on the fields but just to keep warm and our victories sustain us as our minds be worn
When I have swum so far in that I can see no horizon, and the monotony is a canvas you have made to inspire me I know I will work and here belong so that I could never dream to escape this place should I wish, and we will always be young in Michaelmas.


  • Louis Gibbs

    Your lovely poem envisions a lovely place for us, AJ. Nice work!

    • AJ

      Thank you

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