Under me there are old crisp leaves
The farmer plant their seeds in the soft soil
Under the trees there are crisp leaves in the ground
My feet are cold from the frozen grass
Now all the leaves turn red, brown, orange
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What a lovely poem Reece. I like the flow of the poem. You must have worked very hard to make sure the acrostic poem and verses flow. Good work.
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