Raking Leaves  Raking leaves is so much fun----- And afterwards when I am done When all the leaves are in a heap---- I run, I jump, I fly, and leap  Into the pile, upon the ground--- And after all the leaves fall down In the middle, of what used to be The fresh raked leaves, you will find me  But Mother looks at me and frowns At all the leaves, scattered around So, I tidy up the yard once more And she is pleased, I done my chore. (c)copyright 2007 all rights reserved.< Autumn Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |