Leaves of fall
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Lisa Martinez, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2003
Leaves of fall,
Upon the wet ground.
Yellows, red-oranges,
And even some browns.
The temperature’s chilly,
The season is changing.
All the birds nestle in,
And the squirrels stop their ranging.
It’s time for summer to go,
And the beauties of fall to be welcomed.
It's time for light winter jackets,
And the beauties of fall to be welcomed.