Autumn Story Poems

By Josie Whitehead

Autumn Leaves


By Josie Whitehead

The Amazing Gold Tree

I saw it on the tele, so it surely must be true:    
'I grew an amazing  golden tree.  If I did, so can you.'
       This surely beats the lottery, or scratch cards and the pools.
        Let’s buy ourselves a golden tree not sit here just like fools.

To the garden centre off we went with money in our hands,
But when we saw the tiny tree it didn’t meet our plans.
      They completely reassured us though: 'Your tree will quickly grow,'
      So off we set, with tree in car and hearts that were aglow.

Its speed of growth amazed us all.  By autumn – what a size!
'My goodness, think of all that gold!  That’s better than a prize!'
      One bright and sunny autumn day we noticed something weird.
      Our tree had changed its little leaves and gold leaves had appeared.

The morning sun shone on its leaves. 'Oh, what a dazzling sight!'
Our relatives soon joined us all and murmured with delight.
     We thought of how we’d spend the gold. We made our plans all day,
     But, whilst we went to get our sacks, those gold leaves blew away.

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PS - 'Golden' means golden in colour, but not made of gold.  'Gold' means: made of gold

material, eg a gold watch.  My own tree has golden leaves in the autumn - and this is true.

I'm afraid they are not gold leaves though.  Josie