The Autumn Sounds
The birds are flying in the breeze.
The leaves are shaking in the trees.
The mole
is digging his hole.
The skink
is taking his drink.
The deer
is sitting right here.
The squirrel
is going to hurl
acorns at the girl.
And I
am looking at the sky.
The leaves are shaking in the trees.
The mole
is digging his hole.
The skink
is taking his drink.
The deer
is sitting right here.
The squirrel
is going to hurl
acorns at the girl.
And I
am looking at the sky.
posted by Eric | 08:14
4 Comments:
Elliot,
I'm glad to see you blogging again. See if you can stay ahead of your Uncle Jay in the number of blogs you post.
Opa
Nice poem Elliot!
I read it to my roommate and she is very impressed. She says she wishes she could write poetry as well as you do.
Keep it up!
~Meghan
Elliot,
So far, this poem is my favorite of all your poems! Just one question...What is a skink?
-Naomi
It's a lizard. Thanks for the comment.
Elliot
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