In the Fall
by Daniel C.
November 4, 2004
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In the fall the leaves turn red, orange, and gold.
They are as bright as light.
The days end earlier,
and trees become as bare as a squirel without fur.
They cover the ground like a blanket on a child.
    In the house, the aroma of pie baking fills the air.
I eat pumpkin pie after a dinner of mashed potatoes and stuffed turkey.
    Outside it smells of wet ground and rotten leaves.
In the morning I hear the laughter of children waiting for buses.
During recess people make big leaf piles.
I feel a cold breeze outside, winter is coming.