Fall

Fall looks like the children hopping into colorful leaf piles.

Fall smells like crispy, creamy, apple pie, just sitting there, waiting in my oven.

Fall tastes like sweet candy being passed out to young children like us.

Fall feels like a cool  breeze blowing upon my arm making Goosebumps appear.

Fall sounds like geese honking forming a V  in the sky while they fly south.

Fall dreams like myself  helping the little animals gather food for their long winter nap.

By Sharon

Mrs. Doane's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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