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Leaves


with apologies to Joyce Kilmer, author of "Trees"




Leaves

I think that I shall never see
The end of last fall’s frigging leaves

Leaves who tumbled once winter commenced
Against the sweet earth, hedge and fence

Leaves that look at me all day
Till I break my back raking them away

Leaves that in summer smirk
And say, “I’m not fallin’, jerk”

Upon autumn to branches cling
Who ultimately get raked in spring

Poems are made by fools, but a leaf
Forever’s gonna give me grief

Comments

Da Old Man said…
I grew up down the street from the house where Joyce Kilmer was born, so it was so nice seeing a tribute of sorts to him.
nonamedufus said…
DOM: Cool! Did Val ever visit?
Lady Sarcasm said…
Time for you to do the HBDC Meme! Come to my blog to C&P the lastest version. :)
nonamedufus said…
Lady Sarcasm: Funny stuff. You made it easy to string it out. Thanks.
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Cheryl. Seems you just rake and bag and more leaves fall. It never stops.

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