Ode To Fall Poem by Scotty Dogg
Ode To Fall
The never ending orange and yellow
Leaves bombard me;
Bludgeon me like the Red Baron
Shot up Snoopy that one Halloween
Night.
I'll rake one spot for hours in
My front yard. Scratching a patch
For hours and hours and hours.
Just one square foot of yard.
Now, one leaf is stubborn,
And it sticks to my rake. I shake
And shake and shake. My rake.
I scream at the leaf:
'Why do you torment me so? ' and:
'Tenacious dead leaf, I hate you! '
Now, I collapse to my knees
And weep and weep.
I will pound the ground with
Fists and wrists.
I will grovel to the lawn
Pleading with obscenities.
Okay, you are high above
Me now. Like a bird in that
Yonder tree. See me pounding?
You see my plumber's crack?
Watch, as I do snow angels
In the pile of red leaves;
And, I also do that spinning
Thing on my side like 'Curly'
Of The Three Stooges always
did.
Then my neighbor comes out
To get his morning paper:
'Good morning, Jim' says he, with
A knowing nod.
'Hi Bob, ' says I.
A poem quite different from the ordinary poems on Fall ! So that stubborn leaf tenaciously clung to your rake, giving you heart ache! Enjoyed much! If you have time and will, I invite you to read my poem on falling leaves - As Autumn Runs its Round
what are the visiting hours at bellevue these days? or are you at university of south alabama medical center? do they let you have a knife with your supper? i sent this to MyPoemList. you suggested i look at your most recent submission but three share the same date so i guess i'll HAVE to read all three. i hope my baby's wet diaper isn't TOO irritating. several years ago as i walked along a residential street i watched a senior citizen raking a few leaves along the curb. there were plenty of leaves left on the trees and i thought to myself self, why is that old person bothering with so few leaves when plenty more are yet on the trees? [those weren't my exact words, but; i have embellished my speech for you poets] now, after almost ten years of retirement i have a better understanding. thanks for sharing. rhyming not needed here. and i learned plumber's crack only in the last few years also. isn't there a law against such exposure in your community?
Metinks Mr. Dogg is growing mellow ad mature- however a rage is a rage is a rage part of your staple.-another grain of sad inflated into infinity -excellent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:47:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wonderful poem, Scotty. Thanks for sharing