Sweet chestnuts lie upon the ground <br />They've fallen from the tree, <br />As summer ends and autumn nears <br />There's nothing left for me, <br />Although the sky is blue and clear <br />The morning air feels cold, <br />As late September drifts away <br />Soon leaves will turn to gold. <br /> <br />The hedgerows in the country lane <br />With berries now so few, <br />They've fallen from their thorny vines <br />And lost in autumn's hue, <br />The fields are ploughed and look so bare <br />Where once were fields of corn, <br />And now it's all been gathered in <br />So sad and so forlorn. <br /> <br />And empty husks of acorns dwell <br />Beneath the oaks that stand, <br />Within the hawthorn thick and dense <br />And scattered on the land, <br />Sweet chestnuts lie upon the ground <br />They've fallen from the tree, <br />As summer ends and autumn nears <br />There's nothing left for me.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-chestnuts/
