Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Fall (a poem by my 5 year old son)


Fall

Floating colors,
Falling acorns,
crunch, crunch, crunch!

Whistle, jump,
trick-or-treat,
winter's coming...

dead!

by my son, 5 years old

I tried to get him to change the ending, but he just laughs.  So be it.  

12 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i love it as is. :)

Dom said...

I love it!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...hey little man...i like your poem...especially the sounds...i try to use sound in mine as well....def hear the Fall in your words....

Susie Clevenger said...

I love his poem...after all fall is the time of death...plants that is...lol

Jeanne said...

He looks like a really cute and energetic little guy, and love this shot of him! quite a cute poem, and hope he gets to see it in print on your blog!

Janet Martin said...

I think he's telling us we should all laugh a little more when we write, huh? Delightful poem and photo!

Mama Zen said...

I love the ending!

grapeling said...

ha! good one, trying to change a 5 year old's mind. :) ~

Vagabonde said...

A nice little poem – I like the crunch, crunch crunch and can imagine him crunching the fallen leaves after going over that gate in the picture.

Ginnie said...

OMG. Of course, he can't help it. He's only just begun. (And that image is to melt my heart!)

Raining Iguanas said...

The perfect Autumn Collection.

girlwiththepen1118 said...

Don't you ever wish you could gather all of Autumn and make it soup to warm the whole wintertime?!