Fall leaves

It is Fall of the year again
The leaves are falling
I can remember this season and
The Ichabod story
The headless horseman too.
It was frighten
It would send chills through you
We would rush home from school
To look out the window
To get a clear view
Observering to see if ghost and goblins were actually true
This season doesn't seem as hauntly and scary as it use to.

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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