The trees have all turned gold
and so summer grows cold.
They are all losing their leaves
and winter grows near says the breeze.
I walk over leaves that crack
and then suddenly WHACK!
A tree has fallen over
and crushed nearby clover.
Why is it that summer has an end?
Sometimes it sends me round the bend!
Outside things seem mildly cold
everything is starting to look old.
Bolder and bolder Autumn becomes
sometimes I am bored enough to twiddle my thumbs.
But there's one thought that makes me sing
here's what it is....... spring, spring SPRING!
by WizzKid - 11 years
1 comment:
These poems are enchanting! Did you write them?
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