A poem written in 1961 by 12-year-old Timothy Coughlan, in year eight of Dorton School.
The leaves come tumbling off the trees,
The tortoise hides away.
We see no more of wasps and bees,
Nor of the flowers gay.
And everything is desolate,
Except the evergreen.
A fire is burning in the grate,
The biggest ever seen.
The days are short: the nights are long.
The birds have flown away.
Only the robin sings his song,
As he goes upon his way.
But soon shall come the great awakening:
Soon the birds will sing their song.
And we shall feel, as dawn is breaking:
Surely Summer can’t be long!