Fallen Leaves
This silly poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52.
Skipping through the woods
Avoiding all the leaves they could
Not wanting to hurt any
and let me tell you … there were many
Stopping every now and then
To pick the pretty ones to defend
Carefully put them into a book
not wanting them to crook
Taking them all back to their mothers
Perhaps one would use them to recover
Recover what? you ask
Silly me, their facemasks
© Susan Zutautas 2019
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This was a fun one, Susan!
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Thanks!
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Wow, avoiding the leaves. That’s a new one on me. My daughter likes to kick them up, for the noise they make. Nice one, Susan, and thanks for your CCC participation during the past year, and here’s hoping you continue with the challenge in its second year
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I’m looking forward to many more CCC’s! When I was a child I’d rake the leaves into a pile and then jump in them. I think a lot of people have done that though.
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What is it about autumnal leaves?
In a book yet to be prepped for publication I character who takes omens from the fall of leaves (after kicking them).
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Silly and fun. I don’t know why but I went with silly for CCC this week myself.
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Loved yours!
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