The Wordle created from our poem we created today.
The poem we (T, C and me) pieced together from our comments when playing under the Oak tree today, this day of autumn.
Autumn.
Catching leaves falling off the tree
It smells like Autumn
We see the brown leaves
We can hear the rustle of the leaves when the wind blows
The leaves feel soft but when you give them a rub they feel crunchy
The outside of the leaves feel smooth
They smell earthy
The leaves sound sizzly when Claude rolls in them
When the leaves all fall off
the tree will be naked!!
HA! HA! HA!
