writing



My Autumn Poem.

I hear the leaves falling crackling and smashing quietly together.

As they gently touch the ground.

I look around me and see all of the leaves slowly falling out of tree’s

as they fall slowly swirling around in the air beautiful colors all around me.

I turn around as one drifts upon my nose.

It feels jagged and sharp as if it was a prickle. On my nose.

It tickles as it makes me laugh i start to think of when it might end it

takes my laughter away after i slowly put a smile on my face

this makes me happy to think of when it autumn may come again.

I think My Autumn poem is good but I could use a couple more descriptive words.