The Dance of the Leaves

Brown, orange, golden, red,
Leaves are whirling round your head!
Doing their little dance in the air,
Leaving the tree branches dull and bare,
They are flying everywhere!

I wrote this poem a long time ago when my mum was teaching us English and we had to write a poem about autumn. So I wrote about the leaves changing colour and flying off the trees. When the wind blows them they do look like they’re doing a little dance of their own before they drop to the ground. I couldn’t find the original copy of this poem but I could remember it so I wrote it down on another piece of paper so you could read it.


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