Poem of the Month

Leaves-

“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

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: Elise N. Brady

Colder weather is finally here only for the night right now, but as the days go on, the days and nights will get colder too. The leaves are starting to fall down  more, now that the wind has picked up. So, start raking the leaves for your grandparents for money.

Sincerely,

Passionate Poet

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