Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Autumn Poem by Elizabeth

I lay in my bed
While the leaves turn red.
The sun goes down,
But I don't frown.
I wake up to the smell
Of a cup filled with apple cider.
As I drink outside
I watch with fascination a spider.

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1 comment:

  1. Mom-Elayne-MimiSeptember 14, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    What a nice poem, Elizabeth! I don't know if you are going to be an artist or a writer. Maybe just creative in several areas--right!
    Love you.

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