HARVEST acrostic poem By Shaakirah

Having fun In the shallow ochre wheat, we watched the sun glow.
Achieving a swamp green tractor we decided to harvest some wheat.
Racing through he dark field we skipped to the riverside.
Viciously the vegetables and fruit were being cut.
Evergreen tree pines would hold on to the branches whilst leaves fell off their trees.
Standing in the fields watching the luminescent sky fade away.
The people at the church were decorating their houses for HARVEST time!

By Shaakirah