The Autumn Tenyson Trail Poem by Anthony Foster

The rolling downs stare back at me,
As I wander on my way,
North and South is a glistening sea,
On this sunny autumnal day,

The earth is waiting for winters chill,
To help the landscape sleep,
Not yet has nature swallowed this icy pill,
As natures season creeps,

The deep rich colours of foliage,
Yellows, reds, and deep golden brown,
Thick layers of leaves deaden my footsteps,
Silence and peace is all around,

To this treasure I am but a witness,
To the moment I am all found,
To the joy of pure happiness,
Which is this living tableau all around?