Just exactly it fell down,
Orange, brown but never green,
What a sight, I've never seen
Flitting, fluttering, falling down,
Not exactly touching ground.
Crunching, crackling crushed by feet,
Isn't fall time such a treat.
Rolling, reaching, resting now,
Piling leaves upon the ground,
Colored piles at my feet,
Apple cider is my drink!
Standing tall or sitting short,
Picking pumpkins, what a sport!
Try to find the bestest one,
Even if it weighs a ton!
Looking, listening, we're not lost!
Where's the map and whose the boss?
Going in circles, there's the end!
Come one come all! Come family and friend!
Smiling, sliding, standing strait,
Right beside the garden gate,
Wish he had a brain or two,
Scare-crow friends are welcome too.
Climbing, cautious, carefully!
Sitting high on hay-stacked seats,
Singing songs along the way,
Hayride smiles to end the day.
I love this one! You capture the essence of fall so awesomely! It perfectly compiles the autum-excitement I've been feeling into one nice poem. :)
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