A poem called the season of Autumn

Globster
Globster Community Volunteer Host, CP Network, Scope Member Posts: 2,774 Championing
edited September 2022 in Coffee lounge

A poem called the season of Autumn

Autumn is here again.

Under my wheelchair wheels, the brown and green coloured leaves crunching sound could be heard.

Treasures of small animals could be seen skuring across the paths

Unbelievable memories that our young children have.

Many harvests are ruined by the wet weather.

Now Autumn is upon us again as the trees shed their leaves and brown branches lay bare.


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  • Carlos55
    Carlos55 Online Community Member Posts: 6 Listener
    :) Love it!
  • L_Volunteer
    L_Volunteer Community Volunteer Adviser, Scope Member Posts: 7,922 Championing
    Thanks for sharing this poem with us @Globster. Your writing is wonderful as always. 

    What is your favourite thing about autumn? I really liked the sound of the leaves and animals  :)

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