Wednesday, October 3, 2007


by my niece, Ilex
(written at age 10)

Trees loose their leaves one by one.
Summer is now over and done.
Pumpkins ripen.
Winds blow.
Rain falls,
And rivers flow.
Flowers die
And wither away;
Every day foggy and gray.

1 comment:

grandma and grandpa said...

Heidi, I just signed up for a blogger account, I think. Did you get my comment I made earlier? I'm not sure if it went through if I didn't have all the names right. Let me know. Grandma