I Can't Wait 4 Fall
This poem is about the upcoming season
No lie.
I can't wait for fall
Summer is gone
School is back on
No more heated summer days
Just a nice cool fall breeze
So I can sneeze the allergy season
I can't wait for pumpkin season
Time for pumpkin season
Sweet cinnamon pumpkin pies and sweet pumpkin lattes
Taste of the fall sweetness
Feels like a sweet kiss
'Tis the season for fall
I can't wait for the leaves to fall
Change from a green leafy summer color to a brown-ish, yellow-ish, red-ish, and orange-ish fall color
Falling swiftly to the ground
Kicking the fallen leaves from my feet
Windblown sweeping it clear from the streets
Raking all the mess from the floor
Hearing the sound of rustling and crunching from the ground
I can't wait for the natural fall effect to take over
My birthday
I can't wait!
October 6
28 years of age
Hope it doesn't rain on that day
Just let the sunlight and warm breeze come during the fall season
No lie I can't wait for fall
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Gladys W. Muturi
Hello, My name is Gladys W. Muturi. I am an Actress, Writer, Filmmaker, Producer, and Mother of 1.
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