Raking in the Leaves

                                by David P. Stern


    What is that stuff all over our yard
    So thick that no grass can be seen?
    The leaves, my friend, are blowing in the wind
    Dead brown leaves are covering the green.

    How many loads must I lug to the woods
    To dump on the wide forest floor?
    This raking, my friend, it never seems to end
    There always will be one load more.

    How many squirrels dig up our yard
    To bury this year's acorn crop?
    Their number, my friend, is more than I can count
    Oh God, how I wish they would stop!

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Author and Curator:   Dr. David P. Stern
     Mail to Dr.Stern:   david("at" symbol)phy6.org .

Last updated 15 November 2004