Fall looks like tree branches blowing outside on the playground.

Fall smells like apple pie baking in my moms oven.

Fall tastes like pumpkin pie sitting on the table to be devoured at my favorite restaurant.

Fall feels like wind blowing at my bed room window.

Falls sounds like lot of kids playing on a hill filled with falling leaves.

Fall dreams like dressing up in my favorite costume at trick or treating all around my neighborhood.

By Karina  

Mrs. Doane's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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