Sunday, 3 May 2015

Autumn poem

Autumn comes early to these high trees

no more green leaves and no buzzy bees

But long skinny sticks that break and become dark and soggy

and dirt, solid from summer now turns all muddy.

Plants slowly stretch to the ground like they're doing exercise

and leaves float off like dandelions.

Water gets stuck in cracks making people slip

and trees droop as the big bushes drip

rain drops like a tap that’s been left on.


Autumn comes early to these high trees

no more green leaves and no buzzy bees

but breeze makes the leaves swoop over the morning eve

And from the ground the acorns freeze.
Autumn comes early to these high trees 

2 comments:

  1. It is great Oscar, i think it is really good😉

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  2. Oscar I love this work, it sounds really familiar. I imagine the giant Oak Tree at the front of our house. The shedding of the leaves, the bits of broken branches on our driveway and the acorns in their final resting place. I love how you've 'captured' autumn in this poem. It makes me feel a bit gloomy...I would love to hear a similar reflection of Spring to make me feel HAPPY! From Mum x

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