Fall

Fall looks like the cute boys playing baseball on the baseball field.

Fall smells like dead leaves slowly falling from the oak tree.

Fall taste like delicious pumpkin pie cooking in the oven at my grandpa's house.

Fall feels like the cool wind blowing on my face.

Fall sounds like leaves wandering down Old Country Road.

Fall dreams like me jumping in a huge red leaf pile.

By Brianca

Mrs. Doane's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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