We are only one line away from completing our Autumn poem.
This is what we have so far…
Colourful leaves falling down,
Delicate berries hanging on a tree,
Broken twigs lying on the ground,
Spiky pine cones hiding in my pocket,
Hungry squirrel hunting for food,
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I wonder what ideas we will use for the final line? We will have to look on the leaves hanging from our Autumn display.