A Change Of Seasons
A'ida Shaw, Grade 6
I am a bear,
As I plod to my den,
I think of the things autumn leaves behind and
I pause to bask in the last warm glow of the sun.
Nuts, leaves, red, gold and brown,
As I walk through the trees
I remember the colours gone by.
Happiness fills my heart.
The trees are now bare,
The berries are gone…
An icy wind ruffles my fur
And I feel the hungry chill of winter in my bones.
Squirrels scurry, all in a hurry,
Back to their homes as night comes.
Sleepily now, I enter my den.
As winter comes in I sleep til the spring.