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Jan 04
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EllettM

Autumn

      Autumn, known more as fall. Leaves decide to change and mold, into something that crunches and folds. You start to smell pumpkin spice in the air. Birds sing a last song before migrating to summer where they belong. The swing is set for all sorts of fun. When leaves fall down onto the ground you pile them up into a mound.

     After that you may feel you must jump in, and kneel in the pile you created on dried up leaves. They crunch and crackle under your weight you find yourself feeling faint, you fall back thinking they will catch you… Then you say ouch its not soft at all. But you don't care you love the yard, and all its riches and rewards.
    Again you think to yourself that it would be so fun to jump up and down on a pile of fluff, so you gather them again and start from the top. First you try to dive, then fly, finally you decide that you can't do either so you stand up again, and start to teeter and totter till you just fall in. After that you smell  the sweet fragrance of grass dying away as winter approaches every day. You only have a short time with autumn, till it dries up completely and freezes over.
        I think you know when I say, it was a great autumn day. I swung on a swing, sung like a bird, danced in the leaves like I didn't know what I heard. All that day I thought about one thing, this has to end but surely it will begin again next year, it will be great. More leaves to go through and not enough time. More birds to sing while I climb on the swing and sit back and relax.I’d tell you autumns great if you asked.
 
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  1. Angela Gupta
    Jan 04, 2017

    I think that this is beautifully written, very creative. I love the vivid descriptions and I can almost picture it. The rhythm and rhyme is brilliant too. Good job!

    Angela Gupta

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  1. angelaweasley
    Jan 04, 2017

    As we head into winter this is a really nice poem to read. It makes me nostalgic for fall and the feelings created by it. Nice job capturing all those feelings and memories.

    -aw

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