Today's poem is brought to you by the letter F!
Hanging on in there
From green to golden red
Delicately fixed
By an axil thread
Then freed of
This fusion
By a forceful breeze
Moment arrived
To flee from
It's tree
Fluttering past
Admiring glances
The final show
So now it
Dances
Then falls to
The ground
Having proved
All it's worth
Autumn's last leaf
Returns to
The earth
Very nice Ruth....
This ditty is brought to you by the letter F (if the writer can think of enough nice F words)
I'm a little F word
Not that F-ing word
I'm sweet and pure an innocent
I Flit in sky like Flird
(How'my doing?...not heard of a flird?...neither have I)
I Flitter round the Fir tree
Where can I rest my Feet?
I've Found a little Foothold
I'm F word, what a Feat
(Worthy of POTW?)....?
A tree was enjoying a day with his forest friends,
But a strong wind builds up and his good day ends
All his leaves are blown off and he's left sad.
Naked with no leaves he feels leafless and bad.
He runs away from the forest and grieves.
His friends were distraught ,"He was absent without leaves."
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Nigel Astell
Mon 23rd Sep 2019 17:09
Dancing with the leaves
golden oldies playing non-stop.