The fallen leaves crunching
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.
|WALT: observe and include specific details in our writing|
|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.