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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Peak of the Season

Gathering Leaves
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
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I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
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But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
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I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
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Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
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Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Robert Frost

18 comments:

  1. This is a good read and I enjoyed the poetry. I also liked your photos.

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  2. Betsy ~ your leave are done? Your site is so fallish love the header

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  3. Love Robert Frost!

    We don't do a lot of raking at the Manor. Either blow them with the blower or grind them up with the mower. And the rest just blow away...like Camelot...tee hee!

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  4. Elk ~ No, the leaves aren't done. I think they are at their peak...beautiful colors every where!

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  5. Willow ~ You know, we don't rake either! I wonder if those days are part of history now with laws prohibiting many from burning leaves and the invention of the leaf blower!

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  6. love the photo and robert frost is my favorite poet. i don;t know that i've ever read this poem,though.

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  7. Very sweet poetry. I always love those fall colors. Your header is gorgeous! So much of God's beauty.

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  8. I'm loving the fall header and the fall picture on this post. Really your whole site looks so fallish...is that a word? Probably not, but it works.

    ~ Kayren

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  9. Kayren ~ yes, fallish! Let's make it a word!

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  10. Beautiful...just so beautiful...

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  11. I have to rake, otherwise I might accidentally step on a walnut and kill myself walking down the steps. I don't have much luck with my blower. I guess I need a new one.

    Too bad children don't have the joy of jumping in mountains of leaves anymore like we did.

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  12. Stevie ~ I think I have a picture of Taylor as a little guy laying in a big pile of leaves...I should go find that! Yes, I have wonderful memories of raking, running and jumping in them!...and I loved the smell of them burning, too! People can do that here outside the city limits and I have smelled it once already.

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  13. My brothers and I used to love jumping and hiding in huge piles of leaves. Back then we could still burn them and the smell is like no other, isn't it? I miss that ritual. Your banner is lovely!

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  14. Beautiful pic and I love that poem! I like to rake leaves when I'm in the mood, but mostly I like to walk in them and hear them crunch. Our backyard is all crunchy right now!

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  15. Betsy,
    I have memories of Thanksgiving Days as a child, raking the leaves from my grandpa and grandma's huge oak trees in the front yard. We'd jump in the piles as we raked, but eventually they would end up in the ditch and we would burn them. We wouldn't do that until after we ate lunch though so we didn't smell so bad! When I drive by someplace and smell burning leaves it evokes such a strong memory for me...one of my best and favorite.

    ~ Kayren

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  16. This picture is amazing, where was it taken, what state? I was in Virginia, and the leaves were not this Fallish yet, I miss the changing of the seasons from back east (NY) I saw a few trees changing colors today in Cali, but its few and far between.

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  17. Vicki ~ If I remember right, it is a Frank Forth photograph from the 50's. And I think it was Virginia. I just loved it!

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