Below is the poem entitled The New England Fall which was written by poet
Atanacio. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Frank F. Atanacio
It was a chilly day,
cold with the threat of harsh snow,
the air was filled with moisture,
and the voices echoed with a certain flow,
a flock of seagulls braved the chilly sky,
flying closer to the sun,
way up high,
searching for relief from the bitter cold,
no matter how hard they tried,
the birds made a statement so bold,
but it seemed as if the sun would purposely hide,
behind some clouds it would fold.
The play was called,
the ball was snapped,
and it was football
in the New England Fall!