As often fades the summer day with bright blue <br />skys turning grey.To seek the shelter of a hollow <br />tree as to nestle in the comfort of thee.How bright <br />the candle burns at night when all around has shed <br />it's light. The cold night air and a hard frosty morn come <br />face to face with fallow and fawn; and the blackbird no <br />longer sings as he flutters around on dark coloured <br />wings.Underfoot the tread of crisp white snow with thoughts <br />of fires and embers glow. Yet hidden deep beyond this cosy <br />life are children full of want and strife. A louder thought with <br />love insight could help the needy in their plight. <br />How often fades the summer day when the fields are full <br />with bails of hay. How green is our valley with snow on it's <br />peaks, a far cry from the getto with it's gift of famin and a <br />stench that reeks. <br />How often fades the summer day in a world that seems to <br />have it's own way. As we stand and listern to rules and laws <br />there are countrys and places being engulfed by wars.Floods <br />and earthquakes but do they really care, just donate to the fund <br />but do they get the full share. <br />A new generation of asbo's and hoods, if these are outlaws <br />then send them back to the woods. <br />As often fades our summer day with autumn and winter <br />a short way away then we look to the sky and wonder why, <br />how quickly life has passed us by.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-often-fades/
