Up in the threes the leaves are colourful.
The old trees shed their leaves.
Under the old trees, are damp leaves.
Mud puddles cold & frozen.
Near me there are lots of beautiful trees.
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Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Wednesday, 10 April 2019
My autumn poem
Autumn is when it starts to get cold.
Up in the threes the leaves are colourful.
The old trees shed their leaves.
Under the old trees, are damp leaves.
Mud puddles cold & frozen.
Near me there are lots of beautiful trees.
Up in the threes the leaves are colourful.
The old trees shed their leaves.
Under the old trees, are damp leaves.
Mud puddles cold & frozen.
Near me there are lots of beautiful trees.
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