Friday, May 11, 2012

My Autumn poem



Autumn

The cold wind brushes
past the bald trees
taking every last  yellow
leaf clean off.

The evergreen survivors
just stand there like
  it's still summer with their
  green leaves holding tight
      to the branches.  

The wind
 decorates the streets
   with multi colored leaves.

It must be autumn.

Jake Snow




4 comments:

  1. awesome story Jake I like the word decorates the street.

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  2. Wow Jake. I loved how you described Autumn. What is your favourite thing about Autumn?

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  3. awesome story Jake I like how it says bald trees.

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  4. Fantastic word choices, Jake.

    I especially like evergreen survivors and how the wind decorates the street with multi coloured leaves.

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