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Abundant Autumn 

Year 7/8 Hail —

Autumn A golden yet gusty, day, my favourite season of them all,Autumn.I stroll through the golden forest stepping over the leaves that crackle like crumbly crispy chips.I hear the trees sing whilst shaking off there browny, orange leaves; yet with a hint of green, like a nature choir. I smell sweet woody pumpkin pie; oh what a sigh, I envy the taste of a ripe pumpkin pie.

The calm brush of a breeze with a scent of home fires burning. With a gentle caress of autumn steals the sultry heat of summer. Coffee shops are full of cold folks drinking pumpkin spice latte mmm but when you look outside; ‘oh no’ here comes the strong gusty wind grasps the leaves up like tornado out of control.,Swaying and dancing like a dancer out of control,. But with a sight is gone left a chill; turning noses red like Rudolph what a sigh, angry winter's coming. Autumn's going there nothing like a peaceful sweet smelling Autumn day.