"I Like Fall"

I Like Fall
by Aileen Fisher

I like fall:
it always smells smoky,
chimneys wake early,
the sun is poky;

Folks go past
in a hustle and bustle,
and when I scuff
in the leaves, they rustle.

I like fall:
all the hills are hazy,
and after a frost
the puddles look glazy;

And nuts rattle down
where nobody's living,
and pretty soon . . .
it will be THANKSGIVING.


Great tip from my mom, Beth: This is a great poem to identify new vocabulary with musical instruments.  Some ideas: use the wood instrument for "smoky," slide the sandpaper for "scuff," rustle paper for "rustle," slide cymbals together for "hazy," play the triangle for "frost," and shake the rattles for "nuts rattle down."