Frosty thickets, moist and barrens knowing  bounds of novelty ,departure
,never felt astray by grisly wind ,pumped by River's overflow settled in lake , floating with leaves withered passing , Pickett's name drifts like autumn leaves

Then the peaches appeared in monsoon with feisty winters chill and summer fever ,flushing the farmers bucket,

the bramble and thorns stood gray contrasting how they fell in the familiar sun but thrived in monsoon.

All inscribed in the sepoy calendar