The heat's down from 34 C to below 30 C <br />and my daughter declares: <br />It's autumn. <br />A day of dark clouds and cool air <br />spoils us and my son declares: <br />It's autumn. <br />Are you sure? <br /> I ask and they mock me. <br />Their friends told them it's autumn <br />and we unemployed migrant adults <br />should listen to the children <br />for their friends have lived here <br />all the ten or thirteen years of their lives <br />and who are we unemployable migrant adults to question <br />the wisdom of the local children? <br />And, by the way, winter's round the corner. <br />OK, children of Australia, <br />we say, <br />it's autumn if you say so. <br /> <br /> <br />(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-here/
