the leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown
with a stiff wind soon on the ground
rustling, rustling,
a pile of leaves so neatly collected
beckoning me so they're not neglected
rustling,rustling
i jump I jump so gleefully
in a daze of joy so peacefully
to which I must admit this practice I adore
now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
until next year my beautiful foes
rustling, rustling as the wind blows
s. willmore
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Author:
Aspire to be (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Should I or shouldn't I jump in a pile of leaves, Against my better judgment I think I will
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good for its. Great write
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