Friday, October 2, 2009

The Fall

I wrote this poem just last night.

The Fall

O hear the wind running through the trees.
The leaves on the trees turn different colors.
The squirrels hurry up and finish gathering nuts
The birds hardly ever twitter.
The bees, wasps, and flies are gone.
Geese honk their Good-byes.
The Farmers harvest their crops.
Hallowen and thanksgiving roll around.
When you see or hear these signs it means that fall is here.


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