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Sunday, 10 May 2015

Autumn poem

Autumn comes quick to Waimairi school,
no more hats or swimming pool,
but whistling wind rustling through the trees,  
and crippled leaves crunching under shoes.
and freezing cold air brushing against my face,
and splashing puddles everywhere.

Autumn comes quick to Waimairi school,
no more hats or swimming pool,
but warmed by the flames of the fire,  
my droopy eyes start to tire.

2 comments:

  1. I love your poem.I love the bit where you say whistling wind rustling though trees it gives me a really good picture in my mind.Well done Maddie

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  2. Cool poem. Although I love autumn, I do wish it was summer again sometimes. I do miss the swimming pool (not so much the hats!)
    I love the line 'crippled leaves' - like they're old and wrinkly! Very neat.

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