The Fall – Poetry by Xianna Michaels

I don’t have most of my childhood poems, but I’ve never forgotten the very first one.

Written at the beginning of the school year, it was called simply, “The Fall.”
The Fall
(New York, 1959)
Some leaves turn red and some turn brown,
Then the leaves come tumbling down.
The birds fly south and go away;
They will come back in April and May.
Now we can’t go in the pool
Because we have to go to school.
Before we know it we’ll have snow –
I like the summer better, though.

Written at the beginning of the school year, it was called simply, “The Fall.”
The Fall
(New York, 1959)
Some leaves turn red and some turn brown,
Then the leaves come tumbling down.
The birds fly south and go away;
They will come back in April and May.
Now we can’t go in the pool
Because we have to go to school.
Before we know it we’ll have snow –
I like the summer better, though.