Holly's Autumn
By Holly
My feet feel as cold as ice,
As I walk on the frosty grass
Beside the river filled with eels.
The wind sends its wintry blast.
A cold quiver runs down my spine
A bird swoops and rips off my scarf
I yell in surprise, "That's mine!"
And chase him along the stone path.
The old oak tree is a statue
Its lovely autumn colours glow
It lights up the dull grey sky
And its leaves light the ground below.
My coat hangs around me like snow on a tree
I've been out in the cold autumn weather
I go inside by the warm fire
I hope the old oak stays forever