From all around the mourners came
The day that autumn died
From trees to cold rivers ,forests
and stormy mountain sides
The leaves were para-gliders gliding through the air
They were as ginger as a ginger cat
Lively leaves left the ground and blew away.
The leaves that were left like a mat
The plump green conkers fell
The shiny conkers sigh
Soon the conkers have been take
But sticks still fly and the children still try
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James Gardner
the day that Autumn died.
They came from the tops of
the hills,
From all around the mourners came,
and the bottom of the valley,
the day that Autumn died.
Red,brown,orange and gold all the colours of the sunset sky,
they ran around jostling with each other trying to find a place to stay.
They had there time upon the trees, then upon the ground,
but now the time had come for them to find a place to stay were they will not be found!……
The chess nuts scampered away to hide,
the leaves sing there good bye song ,
the trees lose there golden coat so proud of it they were.
So graceful in the swaying breeze, such a shame they had to go…..
The willow tree takes along great sigh , as the sunset is elbowed out the way to make way for the snow.
Running around rolling away the leaves start to lose there things
the day that Autumn died………
by Daisy Y6
From all around mourners came,
The day that Spring died.
They came from the showers of
Spring and new life.
Just to come and see the day,
Spring died.
The leaves hung behind until,
their time was over.
The leaves were like crisps,
crumbly and fragile.
The looping leaves were,
drifting in the light breeze,
of Spring.
The day that Spring died is,
the day we all dread.
The longer burning days,
underneath the fire sun,
that lay ahead……………..
By Dominic Y6
From all around the mourners came,
The day that winter died.
From leafy forests brown and red,
And as the leaves floated down they slowly cried.
As the wind howls the sparrows take flight.
Badgers and foxes nocturnal at night,
Rummage through woods like hungry wolves.
The day that Autumn died.
Stealing is winters game,
It kidnaps the Autumn the forests and leaves.
And replaces it with a frosty cloak,
The day that Autumn died.
By Hal Y6
From all around the mourns came
The day that autumn died,
They came from bare oak trees
And dried out leaves on the ground.
Tall kings and queens wearing red, yellow,
Like a Indian wedding,
Shiny, sparkling and spectacular
The day that autumn died.
Winter is a thief in the night it steals
Autumn and leaves a ghostly winter
Fireworks dancing and singing in the sky.
The shorter nights become long
The day that autumn died
By Olivia White
From all around the mourners came
The day that Spring died,
Bright flowers exploding
and wind wafting from side to side.
Leaves fighting their way through the sticky buds
Colourful flowers as bright as a sparkling rainbow,
As the Lambs licked the lilac lavender
The day that Spring died.
The hot fiery sun jumped up from the darkness
The chicks all woolly warm and fluffy like a teddy,
With the rain going drip drop down the mountainside
The day that Spring died.
By Sophie Elliott