Fall
By Zoe Donnelly Up upon the hay I climb, Up into the sky I gaze. The sun upon the grass does shine, And the chill wind beats upon my face. The golden straw beams against the trees, The sparkling water glistens; The birds do dance upon the leaves While I sit awhile and listen. When the water breaks, and the trees wave, Against the wind of Fall, The blue jay in her nest does sing While I sit awhile and listen. Hope you have enjoyed this poem of mine. If you would like to view more of them, you can click on this link below! Our Imagination The Harbor Dock