Last Thursday, my class and I went outside for our daily run around the soccer field. A large flock of geese had taken over the field and were grazing on the lawn. As we ran our morning lap, we listened and watched as the flock took flight. Later, we went outside, sat down and listened to and observed the field in our backyard. It was filled with the chattering of insects and birds. There was a cool breeze reminding us that fall was on its way. Students wrote words to help describe the feelings and sounds of their surroundings and came inside and wrote poems about autumn. The following is a poem from Zayne.
I Am Autumn
By Zayne
I am the geese that the wind brushes against me
I am the grass that wonders why I'm dry
I am the trees that smell the wind
I am the leaves that think they will fall off
I am the crickets that see the trees moving
I am flowers that hear winter coming
I am Autumn
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