Gathering Leaves...
by Robert Frost
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
5 comments:
Happy Thanksgiving to you too Lisa!
Tyra
I wonder if I can tempt you with an apple
Happy Thanksgiving Liisa! I too miss the morning walk through the garden, but I do have a lot more time to myself now that it's resting. Not sure I always use it productively, but that's another story!
Happy Thanksgiving to you Liisa! That's a great poem selection. A favorite of mine.
Robin,
I'll be happy when classes are over in two weeks - then I'll have the choice to be a little unproductive at times!! : )
Cindy,
Thank you!! Hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving. I love this poem, too. I can read it over and over, and never get tired of it. : )
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