Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?
I love Robert Frost:-) Thanks Penny
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Thanks, Kate. Frost is one of my favorite poets.
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Tom’s photo is so lovely showing the autumn scene well. What fun gathering the leaves, at times endless but still fun. I can remember times when our children were little when they would run through the leaves and throwing themselves on the piles I had made, giggling all the time 🙂
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Thank you, Marilyn. I will let him know. Our girls loved to be buried into the leaves with their heads sticking out. I still like to shuffle through leaves on the ground. I think they bring out the children in most of us.
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I have enjoyed catching up on your posts Penny . I love the Robert Frost poem. How disappointing to miss the lovely autumn colours and have the leaves dropping brown..but Tom’s photo is beautiful and the wheelbarrow one is wonderful. I always become a kid again in Autumn. I am knee deep in leaves for a week or two and I love it.
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I’m glad, Joan. In spite of the less than vibrant colors, we have had a nice fall. We always want more, don’t we? I agree. Fall brings out the child in us.
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AAAAhhhh; Robert Frost and beautiful autumn pictures, what a magical combination. Thanks Penny and Tom you are a pretty good combination yourselves.
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I just love Frost. What a nice thing to say, Janet. Tom’s funny. We will be doing something and he says “you should blog about this”. Hope you had a good weekend. Right now it is pouring here. We need it.
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I love the poem, and found your description of the ‘peak’ not happening, rather poignant. I didn’t realise that could happen, since we don’t have such an intense display of autumn colours (with our native trees in New Zealand being evergreens). It makes those peak times all the more precious.
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Robert Frost is a favorite of mine, and many others, Juliet. It has been a lovely autumn, but, there are years where the colors are so intense it makes one weep for joy. Just not this year. Sigh.
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I must confess that I have not yet learned to appreciate the beauty of poetry – but I do enjoy Robert Frost. Such a perfect poem for a lovely picture.
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Poetry takes more work, to me, than prose and should be read aloud. So I sit, by myself, and read it aloud every so often. I feel a little guilty at times that I am not acquainted with good poetry.
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