The fallen leaves make the orange path.
The orange path leads you to the fall.
The fall leads you to the happiness man.
That man takes you to the happiness of fall.
To use the orange, you touch it, and it becomes fall.
You taste it, it is orange!
You listen to it, you get the dream.
By Gan, 3rd grade
[photo by amymillerphotos via flickr]
I was born in your yard. I am a tiny thing.
Your grass is so green; it’s all I have seen
for now. I am hanging, thinking of what
I’ve done to deserve this. Birds chirping
and happy children playing. I am growing
old. I feel that oh-so-wobbly feeling. I FALL!
Luckily, I am still alive. Now, you are reading
at my trunk. “I’m right here!” I call out
impatiently. Finally, you see me. You bring me
into your house, set me on your window sill.
After a few days with no water, I’m dead by drought.
I fought and fought but my luck was out.
By Tinsley, 3rd grade
[photo by P. J. McAddie via flickr]
It’s two in the afternoon and my dad is passed out on the couch snoring like an old Chevy truck. I need to leave. As I walk out the door, I feel the breeze that fills the sky during this autumn day. The birds are all chirping; the smell of life is in the air. Colorful leaves slowly fall from the trees as that breeze passes. I get my fishing pole ready and start walking down the dry dirt road toward the lake.
By Kelley Elizando, age 16
I am in a tree.
I see kids.
Birds fly above me.
I fall down and land on an ant.
I hear a train from far away.
A girl picks me up,
then she throws me on the ground.
The people step on me a lot of times.
I am the leaf.
by Jasmine, 1st Grade
[photo by smallchih via flickr]