No. 66 (March 1969)
– 51 –
Autumn
The leaves are falling
And the wind is blowing,
And I am cold.
I put my hands around me
I start to run faster and faster
Suddenly I stop
I look up at the trees.
They are blowing from side to side,
The winds starts to roar,
I am frightened.
At last I am home by the fire.
George Manapiri, S.3


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