LeavesA Poem by Ellie BolstadThey
fall And
wither But
no one seems to care. They
are blown, raked, Put
in bags and bins. Because, They
are everywhere.
Yet
children
and dogs leap, at
the sight of a pile waiting
for someone. Someone
to jump in To
play and roll. To
enjoy without worries.
© 2015 Ellie Bolstad |
StatsAuthorEllie BolstadAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAboutI am a young aspiring writer hoping to be noticed more..Writing
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