Sing a song of autumn leaves
Dancing on a gentle breeze:
Twisting, turning, left and right,
Disappearing out of sight:
Some with partners, some alone,
Destinations quite unknown,
But once gathered in a heap.
Those left breathless fall asleep.
Sing a song of autumn leaves
Dancing on a gentle breeze:
Twisting, turning, left and right,
Disappearing out of sight:
Some with partners, some alone,
Destinations quite unknown,
But once gathered in a heap.
Those left breathless fall asleep.
Australian Children’s Poetry Website 
A happy echo with sixpence in it. Thanks Monty, most enjoyable 🙂
Glad you liked it, Celia. I was bemused by your cryptic comment, but on rereading the poem had a flash of insight, not from my experience with cryptic crosswords, but further back to kindergarten days and “Sing a song of sixpence”. Hope that helps anyone else left wondering about the “sixpence”, which some Aussie children may not have even heard of!