My son’s poem on leaves

Winter leaves

Wet, cold, black

Dying, freezing

Sparkly.

 

Spring leaves

Green, spiky, delicate

Reaching, growing

Beautifully.

 

Autumn leaves

Red, crispy, veiny

Flying smoothly

Slowly

 

Written by my son when he was 6 years old.

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Award-winning writer, blogger, social media consultant and charity campaigner. Social Media Manager for BritMums, the UK's largest parent blogging network Freelance clients include Firefly Communications and Save the Children UK. Works with brands on marketing projects. Examples include Visit Orlando, Give As You Live, Coca-Cola and Kodak. Cambridge Law graduate with many years experience working across three sectors in advice, media relations, events, training and project management. Available for hire at affordable rates.

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