tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66671623253797655702011-04-21T10:52:56.629-07:00Breannnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-21253036609435134282008-11-02T08:10:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:12:15.770-08:00what's in the moon?<br />is there a man in the moon?<br />is it made of cheese?<br />what's in the moon?<br />it remains a mystary<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-2125303660943513428?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-14403511420957007632008-11-02T08:09:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:10:48.208-08:00the sun ahs set, quiet,<br />and the moon rises slowly<br />bringing a soft night<br /><br />the moon is full now<br />round and plumply wonderful<br />I here a wolf howl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-1440351142095700763?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-51700084232866336852008-11-02T08:08:00.001-08:002008-11-02T08:09:10.549-08:00pumkins are round now,<br />leaves crisp and orange<br />show evidence of one certain thing<br />autumn is here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-5170008423286633685?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-3654877245212928092008-11-02T08:06:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:08:00.340-08:00leaves fall gently<br />crisp and brown<br />they crunch beneath my feet,<br /> and I hear my favorite sound<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-365487724521292809?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-58819935212220482962008-11-02T08:04:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:06:27.488-08:00Kids are bringing jackets to school<br />but it's only the beginning of september<br />itis not autumn yet,<br />yet the weather acts autumnish<br />my conclusion is, it is aurumnishly fall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-5881993521222048296?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-51615008122710168042008-11-02T08:00:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:04:10.474-08:00I feel a calm breeze<br />I see a leaf drop; to the ground<br />autumn is bnow here<br /><br /><br />It is colder now<br />the trees are full of color<br />Saying "it's fall"<br /><br /><br />As the birds fly south<br />the orange leaves on the trees fall<br />autumn is now here<br /><br /><br />School has now started<br />leaves gently fall off the trees<br />aurumn has arrived<br /><br /><br />the first forost arrives<br />bringing a calm cold morning<br />fall has now arrived<br /><br /><br />The first crisp orange leaves fall<br />the first snow falls quietly<br />signs that it is fall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-5161500812271016804?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-68229823585249595292008-11-02T07:59:00.000-08:002008-11-02T08:00:30.115-08:00I wake up early<br />It's colder than usual<br />I don't want to get out of bed<br /> I walk to the windo, shivering<br />and take a loook at the frosty scene<br />Jack Frost visited last night<br />signaling the coming of winter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-6822982358524959529?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-49918279870485177702008-11-02T07:58:00.000-08:002008-11-02T07:59:07.649-08:00leaves fall silently<br />drifting smoothly to the ground<br />Autumn has arrived<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-4991827987048517770?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-25793709129119608302008-09-20T16:53:00.001-07:002008-09-20T16:53:56.995-07:00cooler weather now<br />time to prepare for Winter<br />Autumn has arrived<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-2579370912911960830?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-2910876490171985412008-09-20T16:51:00.000-07:002008-09-20T16:52:38.454-07:00See that face<br />shining in the dark<br />grinning errily at me<br />as if laughing at a funny joke<br />it is, the Jack-O Lantern<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-291087649017198541?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-56655887390618775592008-09-20T16:19:00.000-07:002008-09-20T16:50:36.252-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Autumn</span></div><div align="center">cold, colorful</div><div align="center">harvesting, falling, blowing</div><div align="center">changes the world from one season to the next,</div><div align="center">fall</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-5665588739061877559?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-74404078302320109072008-09-20T16:16:00.000-07:002008-09-20T16:18:46.575-07:00The geese honk good-bye<br />as the fly in their perfect V<br />"we'll see you next spring"they say<br />"when the weather turns warm"<br />but then once again, they'll leave<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-7440407830232010907?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-64534828544905499012008-09-20T15:58:00.000-07:002008-09-20T16:08:33.987-07:00Leaves fall to the ground<br /> in many diferent colors<br />quietly crunching<br /><br /> Cold, chilly, mornings<br /> awaken me silently<br /> I lie in bed, still<br /><br /> pumkins, corn, and squash<br /> are now being harvested<br /> how nicely they taste<br /> <br /> The leaves, cold and fruit<br /> help me to discover something<br /> Autumn is now here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-6453482854490549901?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667162325379765570.post-2124240843067228732008-09-18T08:17:00.000-07:002008-09-18T08:25:16.897-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667162325379765570-212424084306722873?l=sariahspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Breannnoreply@blogger.com0