AutumnAutumnThings We See In The AutumnThings We See In The Autumn

Fruit ripe on the Fruit ripe on the treestrees

Colourful berries Colourful berries

Food for the birds and Food for the birds and other small animalsother small animals

Seeds blowing in the Seeds blowing in the windwind

Crops are being Crops are being harvestedharvested

Fields are being Fields are being ploughedploughed

Leaves are turning Leaves are turning brownbrown

The Horse Chestnuts The Horse Chestnuts (conkers) are ripening on (conkers) are ripening on

the trees the trees

An Autumn poem An Autumn poem by Elsie N Bradyby Elsie N Brady

How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the groundTo lay a carpet, rich and rare,Beneath the trees without a care,Content to sleep, their work well done,Colours gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly flyUntil they nearly reach the sky.Twisting, turning through the airTill all the trees stand stark and bare.Exhausted, drop to earth belowTo wait, like children, for the snow.

    D Wood 2008D Wood 2008