Racing to the red apples. Who can find the best one for Mom?
Little girl finds one, gives it a tug, and adds it to her basket.
Do these look good, Mom? Did I choose the right ones?
I didn't get to pick very many, Momma. Do we really have to go?
Dad will be proud when he sees how many apples we picked today.
Autumn is
Unbelievable. It's beautiful
Too.
Up in the sky birds fly south.
Mums bloom. They are very beautiful.
Nuts fall off the trees.
written by 6-year-old daughter, K
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