My autumn
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Kaitlyn Bedson, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2004
In Autumn leaves fall,
Some big ,some small.
Most of them are red and brown,
So dad yells"rake the ground".
I step outside and smell the air,
I glance at the trees all bare.
I hear leaves being crunched,
and grapes that are being munched.
Winter comes after Autumn,
But that's a poem not yet begun.