I think that I shall never see
The leaves it shed
They will be raked into a pile
The leaves will be thrown into the air
They will be loaded in a boy’s car
Those leaves will become a brand new heap
Poems are made by fools like me,
P.S. JDaniel is wearing his yellow Thankfulness Tree leaf that says “Dad”. He said he wanted his dad close to him.
JDaniel and the boys next door have been waiting and waiting for the leaves from the birch trees in our backyard to fall.
When there was finally enough on the ground, they had a wonderful time playing in them and with them.
I loved getting to take pictures of the boys enjoying the leaves at the end of last week.
My maternal grandmother loved to quote the poem Trees by Joyce Kilmer when I was little. She would recite it word by work. When tried to decide how to share pictures of their joyous leaf play. decided to use part of that poem.
The first stanza and last stanza of this poem are Joyce Kilmer. The rest of the stanza’s are my words.