Poem

The cool crisp air of the fall,

creeping and crawling into to the hot summer heat.

The leaves change,

From green to rich red,

ready to be free.

The reflection of calm water,

Ready to be splashed.

The palms overhead

Slashing and crashing like a hurricane,

In the wind.

The trails of growling gravel,

beneath my feet.

Running over the smooth silky grass,

Reaching the glassy water,

And jumping into the cold.

In my poem I use many techniques we have discussed in class. I use a simile in the ninth line when I write “Slashing and crashing like a hurricane”. Assonance is used in “growling gravel” and consonance is used in “grass... Glassy”. 

Reading times:

Sold by Patricia McCormick

Tues. 25 min. 17 pages 

Thurs. 1 hour 64 pages 

Sun. 1 hour 32 min

81 pages