Fall looks like leaves falling onto the ground.

Fall smells like apple pie baking in my oven.

Fall tastes like me eating apple crisp at my grandma's house.

Fall feels like me playing pranks tricking people on Halloween in my neighborhood.

Fall sounds like my door bell being rung by trick or treaters at my house.

Fall dreams like me and birds in a blimp flying south for the winter.

Mrs. Doane's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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