Autumn
Like a statue laying by the fire
I looked through the window,
Listening to the rustling of the leaves,
Thinking of Autumn
And the last falling from the tree -
A grasshopper playing a violin;
Playing the sweetest tune
I had ever heard.
by:
Isabelle
18th June, 2002
This is a lovely poem Isabelle. You worked so well on it and can be very proud of the beautiful portrait that you have painted with your words 
Mr. W.
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