powim to mum

well, i was bored so i decided to post some of my...older...work.

i have no idea how old i was when i wrote this, but i think i was 5.
N.B i can almost spell autumn but not poem. when i was little i couldn't spell properly so i always spelt words phonetically, so i came out with the most obvious but surprising ways of spelling.

the poem reads:

powim to mum

In atumn the levs go
brawn and gold so crispy
and you carn't fget the red so
red on the trees. and when
you dash thrw the levs.
by freya to ron

i seem to stop before the end of the last sentence...-_-;;....i dont know what went on there,
but if you can't work it out the poem should read:

in autumn the leaves go
brown and gold so crispy
and you can't forget the red
so red on the trees. and when
you dash through the leaves.

-_-;;;....i think i'm going to go hide...