I love poetry and art. The best is the combination of both. It is hard to make art when your hands tire then stop listening to your mind. It is not easy however still can do it with some help. It is only the tiny help I needed. So much of it I could do. It is magic to me to see the amazing art I made. I think it goes perfectly together with my poem. It is a poem I wrote that's about Fall starting. It has a story of a leaf. Then I made a leafy Fall painting. I had to get mom to print poem for me. It is the creation I love most.
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| In the Fall you change You drop to the ground The safety of the tree Is far away Your tree let you go Time seems to slow Woe upon woe You stop low Tasting the soil Trapped in the sap You're stuck in the weeds You are stowed astray Off tree You are free Team is you You are me Some like red Others like yellow Sat on a brown How at last we shine You taste the world Your green disappears You're an individual at last You make your own way The tree is bare The tree is tiring The tree rests Sappy old tree sleeps You sit inside a log It is bent around Like a snail to keep Life safe and sound You start your sleep You sleep so deep Tapping out not in At home again |
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