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In autumn, shall we walk?

 

You don’t feel like going, I can tell.

There’s much to do of consequence;

houses, youtube, twitter, email;

 

it’s warm here, you’re entranced

but Ithaca calls, there’s no choice!

 

Cut loose,

 

wave goodbye to neighbours;

say toodle-oo to a setsquare home

and head out onto a narrowing lane

 

past woods, puddles, rivers,

dappled shade and cows in clover.

 

No looking back.

 

Come on, leg it.

We’ll go for a way

along your special trail.

 

Put down pencil, paper, books

because very soon now, go you must.