Leaf Raking
Swish Swish
A pile of red brown orange yellow
Gathers at my feet
I smell the crisp autumn odor
Wafting up from the ground
It’s not too hot
Not too cold
I can remember so easy now
Frolicking in leaf piles
As a child with my dog
So I do this chore happily
Because in my state of childhood abandon,
It’s so easy to forget
My adulthood sorrows
A nice poem about your memories from childhood as you do your chores....BrianW
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