Fall looks like a frightening scarecrow glaring at you in a spooky field.

Fall smells like an apple pie baking in the oven.

Fall tastes like pumpkin pi dissolving in my mouth.

Fall feels like a cool breeze toughing my face when I go on hayrides.

Fall sounds  like the leaves blowing in the wind, dancing around  the roof  of my house.

Fall dreams like an angel sleeping in the sky.

By Charlotte

 

Mrs. Sbarra's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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