A Poem A Day
The fallen leaves make the orange path.
The orange path leads you to the fall.
The fall leads you to the happiness man.
That man takes you to the happiness of fall.
To use the orange, you touch it, and it becomes fall.
You taste it, it is orange!
You listen to it, you get the dream.
By Gan, 3rd grade
[photo by amymillerphotos via flickr]
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Comments
My favorite season! This poem is such a great reminder of the beauty of fall. Well written young Poet.