Thursday, May 10, 2012

Joes autumn poem

Autumn
Swish swish swish .
The cold wind air.

Rustle Rustle Rustle
The leaves on the trees.

Crunch Crunch Crunch
The leaves on the footpath.

Tweet Tweet Tweet
The birds flying high.
By Josiah
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