Autumn by Grace Sloan (Pickled Poem Ep. 14)

Today's Pickled Poem is by ME, Grace Sloan! "Autumn" by Grace Sloan Orange, reds, and yellows paint the trees The leaves a crackling fire against the sky Whispering to each other in the breeze Relinquishing their hold, they fly The squirrels are gathering nuts to hide away Leaping through the trees they do go In the wind, their tails do sway Their hidden feast prepares them for the snow The time for camping has now come We hike all day, then pitch our tent Around the fire. Songs we do hum Enjoying the s'mores wonderful scent The signs say winter's close at hand The seasons shift by God's command Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem? Email [email protected] and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems.  Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too.  Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week!