Autumn’s playground.

Bright blue wellington boots

Splashing through the stream

Autumn leaves surrender

Children’s faces gleam.

 

Splishing through the water

Matching coats and hats

Sunday forest fun-day,

Walking wet and muddy tracks.

 

Collecting up prickly conkers

Sycamore whizzers and pine cones

Autumn’s children’s playground

Before winter chills their bones.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse where we were asked to think about shoes. Mine became wellington boots.

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Every autumn in the UK the fruit of the horse chestnut is gathered by children in order to play the age old game of “conkers”. (U.S. Air Force photo/Judith Wakelam)

 

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Author: alisonhankinson

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18 thoughts on “Autumn’s playground.”

  1. I love wellies! Your poem is an anthem to childhood autumns, Alison. Made me smile. I can’t wait to get my wellies on and splash in a few puddles. I won’t be collecting too many conkers, although they say that they keep spiders at bay.

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  3. With the right clothes every season could be a child’s or adult’s playground. I had to look up Wellington Boots, but I assume they are what I would call “rubber boots” especially if they are going to be used in water.

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  5. What fun! There are a few chestnut trees in our woods. I collect them regularly to roast over the winter but Now I shall collect and use against spiders! Thank you for this blissful look at childhood.

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