leaves are flying
I am trying
every day to rake them up
heap gets bigger
need a digger
make some tea and drink a cup
now I’m grinning
think I’m winning
bloomin’ heck there’s millions more
leaves decaying
I start praying
leaves will blow into next door!
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I’ve just turned over a new leaf. It looks quite similar on the other side.
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Autumn leaves keep falling…
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Yes, this poem fits me to a T! Our leaves are starting to fall and we are elderly and i’m in no mood to be raking and blowing. It’s windy… let it all go to the damn, diabolical Republican neighbors! 😉
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Fall is a magical time of year when the leaves change colors, but I never enjoyed all the raking as it seems like a thankless job. Nice poetry Peter.
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Erm… no falling leaves here yet …
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Nor here. Poetic licence!
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😉
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Yeah, next door’s problem. Enjoy your cuppa and watch them all blow over there 🙂
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Hope the wind is in your favour. 🙂
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HA! I snorted! 😀 Great poem, Peter!
I’ve done the same thing! I always pray for a strong wind to blow our fallen leaves down the street…far far far down the street! 😉 😀
I hope you get a strong enough wind so the leaves fly far away and no one can link them to you! 😉
HUGS!!! 🙂
PS…There is a famous movie that is set in the month of Oct…and the movie was filmed in the Spring… so they had to make fake autumn leaves to blow down the street…then after each take they had to collect the leaves to use again. HA. 😀
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Ah. 🙂 I love this time of year. Can’t say I haven’t cursed a million leaves before, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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We’re definitely on the same wavelength this week with my last post and this one. I love your poem. It has such a British twist with the cup of tea in the middle.
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Good one, Peter! I don’t have any trees on my property. What I do have is all the neighbour’s leaves.
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How good of them to share!
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Peters, do you really rake leaves? Living in west Texas for years raking leaves was never an issue. Not a lot of trees in the High Plains of the Panhandle.
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Plenty of trees here, and lots of wind to blow the leaves just as you’ve gathered them together!
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Ha! This reminds me of Frog & Toad…
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We have no trees that shed leaves in our yard. How come we have to rake leaves? Must be neighbors like you sending them over!
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I hope you enjoyed your tea.
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Indubitably.
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