Today I had the pleasure of visiting with two of my storytelling students from previous years, they are two talented brothers, Tyler and Kyle, both now in Middle School. The youngest, Kyle, shared this poem he wrote for his class. He gave me permission to post it here for everyone to enjoy.
Fall Is
By Kyle Leve © 2009
Fall is going door to door in the darkness only lit by the full moon, yelling “Trick or Treat”! To anyone who opens the door.
Fall is seeing green goblins, green skinned witches and white ghosts running in the night.
Fall is going to the soccer fields to kick 100 shots in the net on a nice sunny day.
Fall is hearing people’s beautiful voices singing “happy birthday” to me at my house.
Fall is tasting the warm, chocolaty sensation of hot cocoa on those breezy days.
Fall is smelling the sweet Hershey’s, butterscotches, lolly pops, kit kats and more after a long fantastic night of “trick or treating”.
Fall is feeling the tingly sensation when I jump into a gigantic pile of different colored leaves.
Fall is seeing everyone as far as the eye can see carving orange pumpkins, making them as spooky or frightening or happy as they want.
Fall is tasting the stuffing filled turkey with gravy on it and cranberry sauce on the side.
Fall is feeling the soft mushy pumpkin seeds and other stuff in the orange pumpkin.
Painting by Sir John Everett Millais June 1829 - August 1896
