Frieda Risvold

Leaves - Poem by Frieda Risvold

I swept a mess of leaves
clear off the deck and steps.
A gust wind came up
and blew them back to me.
Then sheets of rain came down
and plastered leaves to wood
making such a mucky mess
I retreated to the house.
This game's no longer fun.
Let Mother Nature have her way.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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  • Gold Star - 69,187 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/23/2014 11:57:00 PM)

    Let Mother Nature have her way, it is true. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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