Autumn

in writing we had to writ about Autunm

Looking Forward To Autumn

I can’t wait to smell roast chicken cooking in the hot oven.

I can’t wait to taste spicy pumpkin soup. it’s yum.

I can’t wait to see leaves falling from the trees and have leaf fights

Here comes Autumn

I can’t wait to feel warm jackets and warm beanies on my body.

I can’t wait to hear people playing in the leaves

And the leaves fall off the tree and these trees are called deciduous                    

Here comes Autumn.

Writing about mud

It was cold stuff, it was wet, it was  gooey, it was in a container, it was sticky.

It look splashy, slimy, sticky.

It felt rocky and gross.

It smelt like bird poo.

It also sounded sloppy, bubbly and yucky.

Marvelous murky, messy mud.

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That Was Summer poem