Sunday, 14 May 2017

Autumn Poem by Ben

The Taste of Autumn

Morning dew, falling from the restful overhanging trees
The leaves, falling from their trees
Their lives ended,their colours will soon fade

The wind blows gently as it touches you
on the cheek

Trees, waiting for their fallen leaves
To be replaced

Fresh, ripe fruits
Just waiting to be eaten,

Deciduous trees losing their leaves
They will miss them

Leaves lay there as lifeless as a stone.
New ones will take their place

File:Autumn leaves sceenario.jpg - Wikimedia Commons

By :Benjamin


  1. WOW! Ben my mum and I think your use of adjectives are AWESOME! Do you think Be had great adjectives?

  2. WOW!!!!!!!!!! BEN!!!!! Your poem Is Really Good