🍁November Story🍂

Written: 14 Oct 2021
Published: 15.Oct.2021

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The rustling of leaves under the feet in woods and under hedges;

The crumpling of cat-ice and snow down wood-rides, narrow lanes and every street causeway;

Rustling through a wood or rather rushing, while the wind halloos in the oak-toop like thunder;

The rustle of birds' wings startled from their nests or flying unseen into the bushes;

The whizzing of larger birds overhead in a wood, such as crows, puddocks, buzzards;

The trample of robins and woodlarks on the brown leaves and the patter of squirrels on the green moss;

The fall of an acorn on the ground, the pattering of nuts on the hazel branches as they fall from ripeness;

The flirt of the groundlark's wing from the stubbles -
how sweet such pictures on dewy mornings, when the dew flashes from its brown feathers.

( Ⓒ︎ John Clare,
poet of Pleasant Sounds )

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"Haha, I am sure you can't defeat me." a thin-pale boy who is not even in his teens, said to his friend as he threw a pebble into the flowing river.

A girl of almost his age or a couple year younger than him, whom the boy is challenging - stood beside him with her hands at her hips before she bent to pick a random stone from the ground.

Looking at the river, she calculated something in her mind as she bounced the stone in the air and catched it before throwing it in the water with all of her energy, leaving a smirk on her face.

"Yayyy, look! I won. Hahaha. Did you see, I W.O.N." She shouted excitedly and jumped joyfully as she flashed her teeth at the boy before running away from him.

She won.

But did she realise that she made the paper boat sink?

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