Sunday, 25 October 2015

Autumn Days

One minute we were in the middle of our summer holiday, then Preschool started, and now we're racing through Autumn. I can't help but feel I'm not noting down all the things that flit through my mind, memories I don't want to lose. So here's my ode to our autumn.

The rain holds off initially,
Indian Summer with clear blue skies,
September days with outdoor fun,
Such a sweet surprise.
Each daytime now grows shorter,
Afternoons becoming dark,
We wrap up warm in coats and wellies,
For conker hunting, in the park.
Later clouds are turning grey,
Climbing frames, swings and slides,
Tree branches sway while the little ones play,
Before the wind blows the leaves away.
Jumping in puddles,
Making a splash,
Soaking wet trousers,
Off to the car we dash.
Warm towels, getting dry.
Pyjamas and blankets.
Snuggle up with some telly,
Watch the Ninky Nonk go by.
Hot chocolate or coffee for me, 
Maybe a biscuit or few,
A little afternoon treat,
With some milk or water for you.
Reading or drawing,
The odd bit of baking,
Some messy play-dough, 
I've no idea what you're making!
Soft play or a swimming lesson,
With friends that you know,
Neighbourly fun in the garden,
That's how our weeks go.
Pop into the forest,
River's tide in or out? 
Let's look at the ponies,
See if any cows are about.
Daddy's at work,
Sometimes, so is Mummy,
But Preschool has arts and crafts, 
And the snacks there are yummy.
Weekends we go shopping,
To our local Waitrose,
"I want a magazine!"
Is how the cry goes.
Bedtime battles the norm,
Overtiredness to blame,
Dinner refused,
Grumpiness reigns.
You don't want to tidy,
Just to play in the bath,
But come 8pm
You're asleep at last.
Dreaming of all sorts of things,
Breathing so deep,
Cheeks soft to kiss,
As you lie asleep.
Tomorrow's a new day,
You'll be fresh as a daisy,
Ready to run learn and play,
And as always, amaze me.

Forest Ponies 


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