We went for a walk outside the other day. We took notes on signs of autumn to use in a poem. When we were finished we wrote poems. We also drew pictures using oil pastels. This is my poem.
Autumn
Colored leaves loat
To the ground
As the windy days
grow on and on.
The trees are as
bare as a sheep
without a coat,
as the combines
do their work
combining all
fields and fields,
The leaves falling,
Winter now its growing.
--Krista
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| Autumn leaves in oil pastel |
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