A September stroll in Ferguson Forest

You can feel a change in the air

the songs of the birds have altered

There is even a hurry in the calm breeze

carrying a whisper that we cannot hear

egging on all to ready themselves

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the time of frolic is at an end

the smaller ones must depart

Jack Frost is coming soon

and he does not wait for any

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If you listen to the music of the autumn woods, you can hear their simple chorus

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Crinkle leaves

High in the trees

Sway away little cat tails

The seeds are sown

the geese have flown

gather the nuts

in your tree huts

May deep sleep take you gently

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The presence of the VVytch Of Fergus

means that the time of rest is at hand