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Planning  I Tuesday the 16th of April
- Poems

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Tumble, Tumble as leaves would crumble
Autumn begins and nature would humble.
An array of umbrellas in the park.
Colours of fire and colours of dark.
Rain will spill and roots will spoil.
Leaving spiders in annual turmoil.
Bobbing apples and rays of gold.
A new shade of world to behold.
A shift to cold breath,
The beauty in death.



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Imagery
Vivid descriptions that appeal to the senses, such as:

"The sky was a clear azure, dotted with fluffy, white clouds" 


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Tumble, Tumble as leaves would crumble
Autumn begins and nature would humble.
An array of umbrellas in the park.
Colours of fire and colours of dark.
Rain will spill and roots will spoil.
Leaving spiders in annual turmoil.
Bobbing apples and rays of gold.
A new shade of world to behold.
A shift to cold breath,
The beauty in death.



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metaphor / symbolism
A comparison between two unlike things without using "like" or "as." For example: 

"Her eyes were sparkling diamonds."


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Tumble, Tumble as leaves would crumble
Autumn begins and nature would humble.
An array of umbrellas in the park.
Colours of fire and colours of dark.
Rain will spill and roots will spoil.
Leaving spiders in annual turmoil.
Bobbing apples and rays of gold.
A new shade of world to behold.
A shift to cold breath,
The beauty in death.



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2:00

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Personification
Giving human-like qualities to nature or inanimate objects, such as:

"The wind whispered secrets through the trees."


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Tumble, Tumble as leaves would crumble
Autumn begins and nature would humble.
An array of umbrellas in the park.
Colours of fire and colours of dark.
Rain will spill and roots will spoil.
Leaving spiders in annual turmoil.
Bobbing apples and rays of gold.
A new shade of world to behold.
A shift to cold breath,
The beauty in death.



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2:00

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