Raking Up Leaves on an Autumn Evening
With Apologies to
Robert Frost
Whose leaves these are I think I know.
The tree is not my yard though.
It seems all wrong to yell and hiss
To treat the leaves as if a foe.
My little dogs are full of fear
For they can hardly walk in here.
The crunch and crackle frightens them.
They do not like this time of year.
My husband fumes and stomps his feet.
It seems he can’t admit defeat.
Leaves cover up his perfect path,
Swirl and fall and then repeat.
The leaves are yellow, brown, and deep.
So I will rake without a peep,
With leaves to rake before I sleep,
With leaves to rake before I sleep.
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I am joining our hostess Susan at A Southern Daydreamer for Outdoor Wednesday. Please join her here for more outdoor fun. Robert Frost has long been my favorite poet. If you would like to read his poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, click here. I hope you will come back on Thursday for my 100th post, an invitation, and a giveaway!
Oh, Susan! This is hilarious and it paints a story at the same time. I can just see your little dogs tiptoeing in the leaves trying not to cut their tiny paws! You are a true poet, Dear! :)
ReplyDeleteBe a sweetie,
Shelia ;)
Love the poem! Did you write that? Great work!
ReplyDeleteSusan, to answer your question on my blog about how to make the l in Fall fall (say that one 10 times fast!), you type the letter in a text box in Word and tilt the box where you want it or you can do this in Photoshop Elements too. Hope that helps.
Hi Susan,
ReplyDeleteThat is such a lovely poem and so true.
It is a lot of hard work gathering all the leaves up.
They do make good mulch or compost though.
Hugs
Carolyn
Susan,
ReplyDeleteThere is absolutely nothing you can do,
the leaves will fall the whole day through. Your dogs will survive and soon it will snow,
I live in the Midwest, so this I know.
xoxo
Jane
Hi Susan,
ReplyDeleteIt's funny you should post this cute poem. I have just been showing my husband all the beautiful pictures that everyone has been posting of the Fall colours/leaves etc and the first thing he said when I'd finished was "Nice but who's going to rake them?" So unromantic!
Best wishes, NM.
That is cute as can be Susan! Thanks for the smiles this evening!
ReplyDeleteSusan dear, you did Mr. Frost proud! I loved your poem, and I completely understand about those pesky leaves. LOL! I am laughing at your little dogs who are afraid to walk on them. I had a dog who hated to get her feet wet, and you can imagine how difficult that was in Florida. I had to completely wipe her wet paws with a towel after coaxing her to even go outside. So leaves would be a bear if they are big crunchy ones. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHappy Outdoor Wednesday...
XO,
Sheila :-)
I think Mr. Frost would be delighted! That is so cute, you clever, clever girl! I loved it! laurie
ReplyDeleteLove your poem! :-) I cleaned up leaves today and it looks like I have not touched it - Darn that Hickory Nut tree! After it stops, then the Oak starts shedding. The good thing about them tho, is the shade in the Summer and lower utility bills.
ReplyDeleteHave a great evening.
Glenda
What a funny poem - poor pups...poor hubby...poor you having to rake leaves !
ReplyDeleteKammy
A very cute poem!
ReplyDeleteI recognise that rake! My boys were using an identical one to rake up the fig leaves in my parents' garden this week! But the fig tree is in my parents' garden, so that's OK...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and leaving a comment - it's been lovely to 'meet' you.
awesome composition!
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Awesome funny and so true...great poem girl...Hugs and smiles Gl♥ria
ReplyDeleteBrilliant post, Susan!! I absolutely love it!
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost....my favorite American Poet. You did GOOD!!!!
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Too cute! It goes right along with my tablescape this week!
ReplyDeleteI suspect he not only forgives you, he is smiling. Have a great Outdoor Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteYou gave me my chuckle this morning. That was a great poem and you said it all. I think Robert Frost would have enjoyed it as much as I did :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great day
Maryrose
Oh, such great satire...wonderful...
ReplyDeleteWell done I must say.
ReplyDeleteOctober
by: Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the wall.
Thank you so much for visiting me and taking time to comment. It's nice to meet you! And thank you for the warm welcome to the South. I think I'm going to like it!
ReplyDeleteI have always said God should have made leaves so they disintegrate as soon as they hit the ground..
ReplyDeletewhat a pain they are!
Loved your poem...
Hi Susan, great post :) I have to contend with palm fronds falling in my yard!
ReplyDeleteBonnie
What a pretty sideboard!
ReplyDeleteI still remember that poem that poem form 4th grade.....love your version. Very creative.