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.  
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12 comments:

  1. TexWisGirlOctober 30, 2013 at 11:24 AM

    i love it as is. :)

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  2. DomOctober 30, 2013 at 4:19 PM

    I love it!

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  3. Brian MillerOctober 30, 2013 at 4:29 PM

    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....

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  4. Susie ClevengerOctober 30, 2013 at 4:55 PM

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

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  5. JeanneOctober 30, 2013 at 8:52 PM

    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!

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  6. Janet MartinOctober 30, 2013 at 9:26 PM

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

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  7. Maude LynnOctober 31, 2013 at 12:46 PM

    I love the ending!

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  8. AnonymousOctober 31, 2013 at 2:26 PM

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

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  9. VagabondeOctober 31, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    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.

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  10. Ginnie HartNovember 1, 2013 at 5:51 AM

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

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  11. Raining IguanasNovember 1, 2013 at 7:04 AM

    The perfect Autumn Collection.

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  12. AnonymousNovember 2, 2013 at 6:47 PM

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

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