Autumn by Avy

 For me Fall is… 

     Apple picking…

 

Running in corn field mazes… 

 

Making applesause and applecrisp…

 

 Sketching Fall colors…

 

 Bonfires and smores at Nana and Papas. 

               

            A  Fall Poem

               by Avy

Picking apples and running through cornfields,

Fall is a bright color,

Applesause making and applecrisp baking,

Fall is a bright color,

And with the Fall smell,

We’ll always treasure it.

           THE END.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Adriane
    Nov 03, 2008 @ 13:53:14

    Such a lovely entry, Avy. I was tearful as I read your Fall Poem. Thank you for taking the time to share your artist’s heart. xoxo.

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