My Poem about Autumn
by Caroline Davies
carolined12@googlemail.com
Today we have to write a poem
about autumn
Autumn is brown
with orange splodges.
Miss Jones tells me
to be more precise
Autumn is dark poo brown
with bright orange splashes
like my baby brother’s sick.
I get a detention.
I am supposed to write
I will not be silly in English
lessons.
One hundred times.
Instead
Autumn is bronze
browned off with being cast
as mellow and fruitful.
Autumn smells of smoke
and old people’s clothes.
Crackles like dead leaves.
Hurls conkers from the trees
on to the parked cars.
Autumn is wild.
Miss Jones
pins it to the wall.
Its edges curl.
©2009 Caroline Davies
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