Descriptive Poetry by Room 15

Autumn Adventure
By
Mrs. Hofmeister’s Second Grade

We see… the little, black birds flying across the big, blue sky,
a squirrel eating a nut scrapping his razor sharp teeth to get to the nut,
the darkness of our shadows stretching across the rough grass,
colorful butterflies zooming like jets,
the blue sky like the deep blue sea.



We hear… dry grass that sounds as crunchy as a human eating a chip,
songbirds like angels singing a heavenly song,
the crunch, crunch of breaking autumn leaves,
the whistling wind rushing through the crisp grass,
the tangled trees grumbling like a hungry tummy.



We smell… the smoky smell of BBQ blowing through the air,
the sweet smell of rain soaked grass,
the freshness of the damp air,
fresh flowers that smell like perfume,
the delicious smells of autumn.



We feel… sharp glass that feels like piercing metal,
dusty dirt that is hard like clay,
tree sap, which is sticky like honey,
pointy pinecones as prickly as a porcupine,
the dampness of the moist grass.



The beauty of the world around us.