Fall

Fall looks like a black and white soccer ball rolling fast in my backyard.

Fall smells like wood burning in our living room fireplace.     

Fall tastes like sweet pumpkin pie slowly baking in my mom's oven.

Fall feels like a leaf crumbling in my hands as I play outside.

Fall sounds like wind howling, whipping on my front porch.

Fall dreams like leaves blowing around my face at the playground.

by Jon

Mrs. Sbarra's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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