Bloomfield Leaves

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K Slaughter and R Warke

Remember September the leaves,
Falling like tears,
Out of the sky?
And over October, we waltzed,
Through, the piles,
Crisp and dry! 

Down the streets, kicking feet, ankle deep.
Feather light, taking flight, in their sleep.
Crisp and clean, brown and green, toes unseen.
Dancing flakes, autumn makes, winter scenes. 

Remember November, the trees,
Still, with no leaves,
Beckon the clouds.
And then in December, with stark,
Snow covered  bark,
Still standing proud!

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My friend Kris sent me the MIDI file that you heard as this page opened. She called it "Walking Through The Leaves". As I listened to it, I immediately had a flashback to my early teenage years walking home from school down the Bloomfield Road in East Belfast, kicking my way through the piles of leaves that had recently fallen from the elms and sycamores that align this very familiar avenue of a town that I loved so well!

So, I wrote these words to accompany Kris' waltzing melody!

Thank you Kris!

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