Autumn - Poem by Mary Forrester
Branches gently sway
As autumn leaves glide softly to the ground
Leaves red, yellow, gold and brown
Tiny grey squirrels all around
Leaves rustle as they scurry
In a quest to find some food
Autumn breezes crisp on my skin
As raindrops silver pearl
Dance upon a bed of leaves
Red, yellow, gold and brown.
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