Leaves Piled highA Poem by Madame
Leaves fall
and we collect them all, to swim in their great beauty. Piled high, we jump, pretend to fly, in hopes they will break our fall. We reek havoc on our pile, then rake them up again. Steal some leaves from neighboring yards and make the pile twice as tall. Run and jump and play, tumble through leaves all day. Upon night fall, our mothers call, our noses running red. Our piles now are but dust, a fine silt embedded in our heads. Now dinner, bath, and bed. © 2011 Madame |
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Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 AuthorMadameDanville, KYAboutI am a chef and single mother of two. I love to write and have been for many years tho i very rarely make time to sit and write any more. I usually find inspiration when i am busy in the kitchen or mo.. more..Writing
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