A poem called the season of Autumn
Globster
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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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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 animals0
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