FALLING LEAVES

• Liam Raymakers, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

Different colours are all around.
Green, purple, yellow and red.
I keep my favourites in my bed.
All the leaves falling from the trees.
More and more from all the breeze.
All the leaves crumble and crump.
People come past to sweep them up.
All the leaves flying past the snow.
Where they end up, we will never know.
From this day the leaves weren’t found.
Can you find them? Go out and look around.