Ahhh, it’s the autumn time for me to yield
To my driveway which seems to be sealed
The rustle of leaves is the result I’ve reeled
The bamboo rake is the weapon I wield
To make a pathway stripped away, peeled
in a huge, colorful blanket-looking field.
Nice poem!
Thanks. One for fun.
Excellent autumn poem with fun rhymes 🙂
sometimes the corny lurks and emerges:-)
Beautifully done! 🙂
thanks.
Seasonal Six 😀 It transported me to early childhood. Originally from the Northeast, I am quite familiar with raking leaves! When we were kids, we’d jump into giant piles that were raked before bagging. It was a blast. Not such a blast when I got older and was the one who raked all those leaves!
Me, too. Nearby Princeton was a carpet of brilliantly covered leaves. When i lived in nearby NC, i mentioned that pile of leaves and was told there might be snakes under that pile. It tarnished my picture and i stopped scuffing the leaves when i took my walks. Boo Hoo.
Your SSS is easy to envision and to hear. I so much prefer the sound of a bamboo rake to that of a metal one. Nice SSS.
me, too. isn’t if funny. . .it’s the small things in life.
This is so darn cute!
Thanks. Cute lifts the mood.