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
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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