Instructions Press the green flag to start. Then use the arrow keys to switch pages: right arrow key to go to next page, left arrow key to go to previous page. ================================================== Poem Sitting in an open field Among bales of hay Sit orange pumpkins Waiting to be chosen The tree are covered in color A rainbow of reds, yellows, browns The squrrels store food The rabbits start to disappear Leaves fall around In waves of color The trees get barer and barer Preparing for winter Soon the trees will be leafless The fallen leaves will be raked and taken away And then one day, cool and crisp The first snowflake will fall ================================================== Credits Writing - Me Art - Me Coding - Me ================================================== Notes This is a short poem I wrote on October 12, 2015. It was originally going to be about pumpkins, but I was only able to write a bit about pumpkins so I made it into a poem about autumn.
