Autumn
The light smell of freshly made
Pie, the small gust of wind in my Hair,
the man having the joy of Raking his yard full of leaves
Like crispest chips of the world,
Little kids trying to step on
each and every leaf they could,
Oh, what fun to play in the big piles
Of raked leaves,
The big thanksgiving dinner
at Grandmother’s house,
The soft woollens
Made by my mom with one yard
Of Wool to make me and my brother
Cool for the winter,
On mighty autumn at the peak
of November first, oh mighty autumn
What do you say about the pancakes?
With fresh maple syrup,
The red and gorgeous leaves of the maple,
With a tyre swing for me and you,
Wait for you to lay your leaves by the noon for me to
See the corn man selling fresh field
corn with fruits too.
~Aarushi Pathak
MYP 1-B
Pie, the small gust of wind in my Hair,
the man having the joy of Raking his yard full of leaves
Like crispest chips of the world,
Little kids trying to step on
each and every leaf they could,
Oh, what fun to play in the big piles
Of raked leaves,
The big thanksgiving dinner
at Grandmother’s house,
The soft woollens
Made by my mom with one yard
Of Wool to make me and my brother
Cool for the winter,
On mighty autumn at the peak
of November first, oh mighty autumn
What do you say about the pancakes?
With fresh maple syrup,
The red and gorgeous leaves of the maple,
With a tyre swing for me and you,
Wait for you to lay your leaves by the noon for me to
See the corn man selling fresh field
corn with fruits too.
~Aarushi Pathak
MYP 1-B