The Fall In Canada - Poem by Marion Chornobrywy
The flowers in the garden are fading
And fall is drawing near.
The red leaves rustle underfoot
The air is cold and clear.
Piles of pumpkins fill each store,
All ready for the night
When ghosts and goblins trick and treat
Its such a scary sight.
But alas the winter comes
And snow is on the ground
The flowers that looked so colourful
Are decked in a snowy white gown.
As the seasons come and go,
Our would is always changing,
Adding colour to our lives
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