The Taste of Autumn
Morning dew, falling from the restful overhanging trees
The leaves, falling from their trees
Their lives ended,their colours will soon fade
The wind blows gently as it touches you
on the cheek
Trees, waiting for their fallen leaves
To be replaced
Fresh, ripe fruits
Just waiting to be eaten,
Deciduous trees losing their leaves
They will miss them
Leaves lay there as lifeless as a stone.
New ones will take their place
By :Benjamin
WOW! Ben my mum and I think your use of adjectives are AWESOME! Do you think Be had great adjectives?
ReplyDeleteWOW!!!!!!!!!! BEN!!!!! Your poem Is Really Good
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