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Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Autumn poem

Autumn comes

and the rain starts to drop

on to the mushy, squelchy mud.

Gold crispy leaves fall to their graves.

The seeping moss clings to the bark oak trees.

Delicate branches stumble to the ground.























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Autumn comes

1 comment:

  1. You used really good descriptive words such as mushy, squelchy and seeping. You really described the objects.

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