Twirling leaves dance by, floating gently, softly to the ground.
Crunching leaves make a carpet,
You can smell the dew on the grass.
The smell and taste of pumpkin pie is so delicious and tasty.
Collecting conkers off the ground,
The wind is whistling by.
Leaves off the tree gusting free
Through gardens and woods, so many leaves.
by Nathan Grazzer (6)
South Wellfield First School, Whitley Bay
Competition - Sense Poetry
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