Falling Leaf
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Grace Hay, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2008
I could feel myself shrivelling, my green texture turning brown.
My stem silently snapped, and I fell Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down.
Down
I plopped down on a lake and
Floated silently across the river and onto the bank’s edge
Where a crocodile
Ate me.