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Available for SA, flute and piano
Available for solo voice and piano

Maple Dust
The town is bright, it is the trees
With all the red and yellow leaves.
They swirl around like fairy dust
And top the ground with golden crust.
The wind is cruel, it takes the leaves
To far-off places in their dreams,
But where they go, it’s far from home,
And now the leaves are all alone.
In my mind I wish to keep,
The memory of fall so deep,
The beauty of its golden leaves
That flutter softly to the eaves.

© 2007 Airlie Clarke

My niece wrote this poem as a young girl when inspired by autumn in Ancaster, Ontario. The poetry resurfaced many years later in her late grandmother’s treasured possessions.

2012, Martha Hill Duncan
Winner of 2009 CFMTA Vocal Writing Competition