The Coming of Fall
As the last day of summer was coming to an end,
I said goodbye to a silent friend.
As I was walking home,
My mind began to roam.
I saw the calming breeze,
Flow through the rustling leaves.
The colors brown, red, and yellow,
On the leaves of Oak, Birch, and Willow.
I began to walk along the beaten fence,
That was full of holes and dents.
I saw the house with its warm lights,
And passed the scarecrow that caused many frights.
I walked up to the Jack-o-lantern glowing bright,
Smiling back without a fight.
I thought about the impending Winter squalls,
But this was the coming of Fall.
Hannah Susan Bennett, Age 12