Fall

Fall looks like plump red apples juice and ripe on a little tree

Fall  smells like apple crisp with delicious ice cream on a plate.

Fall tastes like yummy pumpkin pie melting in my mouth.

Fall feels like apple pie fresh from the oven on the table cooling down.

Fall sounds like dead leaves of all colors under my feet.

Fall dreams like a scarecrow that is not scaring off any crows in a golden corn field.

by Owen

Mrs. Sbarra's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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