As the colors of fall begin to turn,
And red the leaves brightly burn.
Scents of cinnamon and maple fill the air,
The frost falls thick'ning its lay'r.
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"The birds are leaving" my favourite line of your masterpiece, beautiful poem
A joyous, romping poem that well describes the fun of fall on the family farm! Makes me think of my childhood! Thank you so much for sharing!
Liked how you ended the poem. You always promote hardwork and solidarity among family members. Top Marks!
Brilliant depiction of autumn! The key characteristics of autumn are painted beautifully on the canvas of this magnificent poem. And the air of thanksgiving is deeply felt through the abounding images embedded in this write.
Yeeep! That's it right there! ! ! Such brilliant images of bein on the farm in autumn! ! ! ! I looove it!