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Autumn Colours

Posted: September 27, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry
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Autumn comes in many colours:
Grey as the road to beyond
And the early morning mist.

Red as the leaves on the trees
And the petals on the dying roses.

Yellow as the slices of lemon in a jug of water
And the pencils in children’s schoolbags.

Green as the crunch of an apple in mouth
And the woollen scarf keeping me warm.

Blue as the sky’s limits
And its reflection in the frosty lake.

Brown as the trunk of the spreading tree
And the flocks of sparrows in the air.

Black as my leather jacket
And the night sky/

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Autumn Colours Poem

Posted: September 30, 2010 by dukefrederick in general, poetry, Pupil
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Autumn comes in many colours.

Grey as the squirrels in the park

And the early morning mist.

Red as the crusty leaves

And sunset sky.

Yellow as  autumn moonlight

And stars in the night  sky.

Green as grass in the park

And apples in the market waiting to be sold.

Blue as the sky from the London Eye

And a blueberry pie.

Brown as an old oak tree trunk   

 And the robin’s back.

 Black as the dark inky night  sky

And a witches cat.

Hbl’s Autumn colours poem.

Posted: September 30, 2010 by rosalindayli in general, HBL, poetry, Pupil
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    Autumn Colours

Autumn comes in many colours:

Grey as the squirrels in the park

And the early morning mist.

Red as my Man United football shirt

And the sky in the morning.

Yellow as melted butter on corn on the cob

And the sunflower fields.

Green as the frogs on the lily pads, in the swamp

And as a juicy green apples.

Blue as a rough sea in a storm

And Blue is my name.

Brown as a football kit after a muddy match

And as a oak tree

Black as my moods in the morning

And the nights sky.

ROH’s Autumn Colours

Posted: September 28, 2010 by ROH in poetry, Pupil, ROH
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Autumn comes in many colours Grey as the squirrels in the park

and the early morning mist

 

Red as the sky in the morning

And the embers jumping from the fire

 

Yellow as the proud sunflower weeping at the ground

And corn on the cob bursting from it’s leaves

 

Green as the frogs on lily pads

And the grass swaying in the wind

 

Blue as the foggy mist falling from the sky

And as the wild berries bursting with juice

 

Brown as the old tree at the bottom of the forest

As the mud on the ground

 

Black as the sky in the morning

And as my favourite jacket