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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
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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.
27 April 2009 at 19:23
nonamedufus said…
DOM: Cool! Did Val ever visit?
28 April 2009 at 07:42
Kelly Ann said…
Time for you to do the HBDC Meme! Come to my blog to C&P the lastest version. :)
28 April 2009 at 09:29
nonamedufus said…
Lady Sarcasm: Funny stuff. You made it easy to string it out. Thanks.
3 May 2009 at 14:24
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Cheryl. Seems you just rake and bag and more leaves fall. It never stops.
26 September 2012 at 18:45
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