A playful poem for this late October Saturday.
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Fall delight
Pretty leaves
Colorful
All there in a pile
Gathered up
By the wind
Or by human hand
How rude
Would it be
If I disturbed that
I should leave it be
Keep on walking here
But my gaze is drawn
Drawn towards that pile
Pile of pretty leaves
Oh so colorful
All the times I spent
When I was a child
Running through those piles
Such a fall delight
Why should I robbed
Oh that simple joy
The sound of crunching leaves
As I kick them all
So I’m handing in
My adult license
Running headfirst to
Full speed to that pile
Watch the leaves fly high
Hear that crunching sound
All those pretty leaves
Flying though the air
Oh, I made a mess
Look how people stare
But I hardly care
As I walk home content
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