Autumn Of 2003
Autumn winds are blowing.
Autumn leaves are falling...
Withered and dead to the ground.
Nowhere any green leaves to be found!
Dust is reaping havoc.
Clouds come up like the clock.
Rain is nowhere to be seen.
How are we to get our atmosphere clean?
Germs are running rife.
SARS is again taking a life!
What about the old folk...
What about my ailing frail old wife?
Copyright © 2003 William Ernest Cox