Autumn by Emma

I was inspired to write the poem as I had been on lots of walks through the woods during Autumn.

Autumn

• Toasted marshmallows on wooden sticks,
• Icy fingers as hard as bricks,
• It’s bonfire night and shooting rockets,
• Pass by folk with hands in pockets,
• Up above the rustling leaves,
• Scatter down from waving trees,
• An icy wind creates a chill,
• That freezes all the people still,
• The dew is bright, the air is clear,
• It won’t be long till winters here.

By Emma, Year 4