Tudor Poem

In the Autumn children are throwing rotten apples
At the people in the stocks.
Peasant women wear short dresses,
Wheat, barley and corn
An old woman sits in the ducking stool
Being punished.
Sheep are in the fields,
Behind, the homes sit on the hills.
The mill is grinding corn,
The birds fly to the trees
To migrate.
The leaves drop in the cold river,
Children play marbles and hool-a-hoops.

(i wrote this when i was 9 ^-^ and it got published in the book Hidden Treasure which is basically a book full of poetry from Young people. )