- Amber leaves fall from a tree, count
- from one, Two Three leaves
- Under me is falling, crunchy, amber leaves
- Tomorrow there will be more crunchy,
- golden leaves falling gently to the ground
- Under me, under you, count one, two,
- three leaves, and wait till you feel the cold breeze
- Making me see the golden leaves makes
- me feel like a tall, stiff tree
- Now that I see all the crunchy,
- falling leaves it makes me feel free.
Monday, 5 March 2018
Acrostic Poem
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