Tuesday, October 12, 2010

An Adopted Poem

I love fall!
Fall means apples and cider.

Spying an airborne spider.

Picking pumpkins from bins.

Seeing frost on dog's chins.

Catching windblown leaves.

Having chilly red knees.

Raking nuts on the ground.

Hearing that crisp dry sound.

Watching green leaves turning

And smelling them burning.

Seeing clouds in the sky.

It's fall. That's why...

I love fall.




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