by Billy Joe
This is a little poem I wrote for my five-year-old grandson who lives in Arizona.
Autumn In Iowa
In Fall I love to see the trees
As day-by-day they drop their leaves
Which spin and float upon the breeze
And land so softly where they please.
Bare trees here mean colder weather
We all wear hats and coats and sweaters
Far away are Spring’s green leaves :(
Then I remember -- Christmas trees :)