Outside the world is no longer green,
For the leaves on the trees are turning.
Scarlet, crimson, orange, and gold;
The trees are as fiery as matches burning.
Summer has said, 'It's been a pleasure,
But I must pack my bags. Farewell!"
Then sneaks up autumn so slowly to say,
"Sit down, I have secrets to tell!"
There's a little field behind a house
Where the farmer's fall crops grow,
And a little hay man is standing there
To scare away the crows.
Autumn is a beautiful season;
It's the time for family and friends,
For Halloween and festivals,
And the breezy, cool air it sends.
But as I walk down the orange trail
I think of past times and years,
And memories come like a flood to my mind,
And from my eye escapes a tear.
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Author:
hlaynes3 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem in my 8th grade Language Arts class. My teacher asked us to write down what images came to mind when we thought of the fall season and write a poem about it. We had certain criteria to follow, such as including personification, metaphors, similes, alliteration, and of course, rhyme. I simply followed the criteria, and this poem was born.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
lovely images
What a beautiful poem! You have amazing talent! Fall is such a lovely time of year.
WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for sharing your first poem ~ BEAUTIFUL in style (quatrains with an abcb rhyme pattern and regular rhythm) and Subject ~ The lovely Month of October when AUTUMN shows and SUMMER goes ! More please ! Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ thanks B.
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