My Autumn poem
I see the dewey leaves falling from the trees.
I see the leaves glistening in the wind.
I see the leaves as they get dry.
I smell the dew that is on the trees or leaves.
Smell the flowers that are loosing their colour and smell.
I feel all of the bumpy leaves that have fallen off the trees.
It feels all sore once you've walked on leaves in bare feet.
