What can I do with all these leaves???
How about this? 
Watch out Mum!
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
By Elsie Brady
1 comment:
It looks like heaps of fun playing in those leaves... maybe you could send me some in a box, seeings how we don't have any falling off the tree here in Florida!
Andrew
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