Fall
Red, gold, yellow, brown
They scatter over all the ground
Blowing, crispy, rattle, crunch
In little piles, they seem to bunch
In little mounds ,they always stay
Asking all who pass to play
Rattle, crunch! you’ll hear them cry
As many footsteps, hurry by
Dancing, twirling, they invite
Reds and golds, it’s quite a sight
I stopped awhile myself today
I took some time, and I did play
Tossing, catching leaves in flight
I found it was a sure delight
Piling, rolling, scooting through
The minutes, it seemed, almost flew
The leaves were happy, I could tell
And in a day, they all had fell
Celebrate!, I hear them say
Fall is here, come help us play!
Kathy Bethune 2010
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