Poems...

Autumn The winds blowing swiftly rushing along as if it’s late to get some place and then calms down as if it’s won the race. Crispy leaves dancing on the dew grass Children stamping so hard and making crunching sounds, in heaps the crispy leaves lie yellow , brown and red . by Samera Begum (aged 11)

The Sea

The sea is a violent fighter
Crashing upon the wall
Growing and roaring
With waves so tall
Fearful angry
Fierce and cross
Growling to everyone saying
“I am the boss!”

The sea calms down
Gentle as a child
It becomes smooth
and very mild.
It’s as light as a feather
Happy and fun
Shining with light
From the golden sun.

by Pooja Sharma (aged 11)

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