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Autumn sun warms pages of the book in its hands
strokes it as it dozes on a teak steamer
its story by a known author is reliable,well put
but still surprises with an appletang of wit
shadows grin their growing length on the grass
over the edge of the chapter
paragraphed hedges are sketched in
on a bright green wash.
haybales are scattered on fields
cotton reels painted for a primary collage
leaves ready to be wind thumbed
glossy up preparing to illustrate , frame the sky with russet
and tool along a lane in an open topped car
like Toad with his scarf flying