Fall Poem by Casey Breck

Fall is the most beautiful time of the year.
The leaves turn different colcrs like orange, yellow, red, and brown.
Fall is harvest time, when you pick the food from your garden.
When geese fly south for winter and it starts snowing.
When animals staet hibernating.
Fall is when you start your fire and chop wood.
Fall is also when my dad goes hunting for his elk with my brothers.
Fall is football season.
So around here fall is a very, busy time of the year.