Sunday, November 2, 2008

Autumn in Poland - a poem by Ola Hus (class 1b)

Autumn is great
sometimes red and often grey
Autumn tastes like hot rolls in the morning,
but I can't feel the global warming.
Autumn smells like cacao
During autumn I play macao :)
Autumn looks like a bar of gold
During autumn I feel cold
Autumn sounds like the last singing bird on the tree
It can fly. It is free!
Autumn feels like weltering in the leaves.
because autumn is mine, not yours---not hers---not his!

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

ohh this is beautiful poem...
nice rhymes :D

Anonymous said...

i love your poem ;) it's fantastic ;)

Anonymous said...

Hello :)!
Very interesting poem. Nice rhymes and climate.
Bye :).

Anonymous said...

I love U Olka

Anonymous said...

Nice and beautiful.
Our autumn is pretty ;)

Anonymous said...

like hot rolls ;)

sweet poem Ola ;)

Are you going to be poet ?

Anonymous said...

It's beautiful poem
It's great

Anonymous said...

very beautiful poem i'm very impressed pozdro ^^

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem and fantastic photos ;d

Anonymous said...

Mm, hot rolls xD I haven't eaten them for years! xD (And cacao! I'll drink it today xD)