Sundae

Danielle Carlin February 8, 2012 Mr. Weston Period 6 Color Poem: Tan The color of my skin during the long summer days While lying in the sun on the dock of the bays I sit here and stare at the tides rolling away As I continue to stare, my skin gets darker as I lay In this time of the year The smell of pumpkin pie is clear A smell so sweet that everyone will cheer For everyone now knows fall is near As I run through the fields of barley and wheat I feel them moving under my feet The sun reflects the tan color of those foods we eat As someone picks them to make them into a nice tasty treat The dog next door Ever so loudly barking while sitting on the floor The dog?s tan fur whooshed when he ran outside like it always had before