by Hannah P.
(Leeds)
The children were up on the windy Billing,
Children were sketching and sitting on trees,
The sun reflected,
Off the bright orange leaves,
Mossy tall trees were bowing forwards and backward
Children ran up the hill,
And slid down,
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