Autumn
Red gold leafs, drifting, drifting
Crisp cool winds, blowing, blowing
And as leafs drift and as winds blow,
I watch the people 'round me grow.
Leafs of Youth, drifting, drifting
Winds of Time, blowing, blowing
And as leavs drift and as winds blow,
I watch the people 'round me grow
2 comments:
That's a lovely poem.
And she says she doesn't like writing! That's an awesome poem! I'm going to read it to E this morning. We've been reading poems about the months and seasons. Way to go Ga Hoole Girl!
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