Fall
Amanda, Age 10, Nappanee, IN
                     
Geese honk their sober farewell,
Leaves rustle,
Wind whispers in my ear,
The field is lonely and bare,
Grass crunches beneath my shoes,
And there I sit and watch the trees sleep,
Soon leaves will fall and then turn brown,
The days get shorter,
nights get longer,
And I get more and more restless,
Until I canít sleep,
I listen to wind outside my window,
hear it grow and die,
Grow and die,
As everything falls into a deep slumber.
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