Poem; A moment of freedom.

Autumn leaves are falling down,
Piling up upon the ground,
Flurries of wind blow them up
Again, and I remember once more,
On days like this walking to school,
And when I came to Segan wood,
I stood, looking at bare branches,
Not enchanting.
I would skip along the edge  of
The road, kicking the leaves
Scuffing my shoes with holes
In the soles, dancing along
With my head in the clouds,
Laughing out loud.
I burst with pleasure, my
Seventh Heaven, free from
All woes, for a little while,
Imagining I was a lady of style.
A moment in time I never forget,
Or regret.
Augustine Nash.