The magic of many Brentford autumns

Works on me when I see great leaves

Seem more to glow with life than fade

When their violent red make bushes blaze

Saturday afternoons and jumble sales

And visiting libraries as evening came

Then home to tea after going mad in the park 

And maybe Famous Five read by the bed

She walks now tall around the corner,

Our first. Our younger’s far afield

Yet mellow joys do not decline

We have an evening – candles, cats and wine

And I love you so and more than ever.

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