Fall is coming, Get ready!
Poem: The wind is playing autumn games through the gardens and the lanes Picking up, and swirling round Leaves of orange, red, and brown Gusting through each swaying tree Tossing apples 'till they're free Shakings conkers 'till they drop and open wide with prickly pop The wind is dancing full of fun Laughing at the autumn sun It tumbles acorns, firs cones, leaves To make a carpet under trees
