By: Ben Dolman
Competition Year: 2012
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I am terrible autumn,
I pluck the golden leaves from the trees,
My vibrant cloak swirling around me,
Crowned by beautiful jewels,
I bring in cold winds from the North and prepare the lands for snow,
But in the end my enemy wins,
The bluebells start to grow.

Gone are the swirling colours,
Yellows, oranges, reds,
Now there are only dull flowers,
Rooted in their beds,
Gone is the excitement of conkers,
And the dancing leaves in the temperate breeze,
But now the humid days are cooling,
And a leaf drops from the trees.
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