My Fotobabble Autumn poem

In Autumn

The fallen leaves crunching

under foot

The trees slowly changing colour,

turning brown, gold, yellow and red.

The cold breeze

freezing you like the iceberg that sunk the Titanic.

The temperature is changing, getting colder and colder.

The air outside is cool

and you can smell smoke coming from chimneys nearby.

Katherine Levick

11 years

WALT: observe and include specific details in our writing SUCCESS CRITERIA	SELF ASSESSMENT
Includes four nouns (from observation)	:)
Made the nouns do something	:)
Started each new description on a new line	:)
Extended each line so it makes more sense (may include a who, where, why, what, when).	:) :)

This is my Autumn poem. The draft I typed up is there for you to read along.