March,April And May
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Lily Hawkins, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2009
Orange, red, gold and brown,
tossing, turning, on the ground.
Blowing here and blowing there,
with sweet endulgents in the air.
Floating down from great heights,
softly landing from a downward flight.
Lying on the earths floor all night and all day,
waiting for the wind to come and take them away.
Cradeled by the whispering breeze,
flying in a trail below my knees.
Autumn comes once a year,
you might as well enjoy it while its here.