I am a leaf blowing in the wind Just being tossed around Where I fall is undefined Somewhere on the ground Take a journey out of mind No reason to bog it down No longer to a tree confined A flight of freedom unbound Nurtured green now a refined Gold turning soon to brown I am free of life's daily grind Floating smile without a sound I tumble away flying blind In apex of my glory crowned
I do not know what physical death means. Want know till I die and then I don't think I will be able to tell you Now lets get back to that d@mn leaf. You might think where it falls is undefined but come by my house at the end of winter and I can promise you if it is not in my yard all of its relatives are. I live in a town where you have to have a permit to cut a oak tree down and oaks are beautifull in the summer or spring. I have many in my yard. But come the end of winter I am knee deep in leaves. The leaf might be free but it sure .......
Ok got that out of my system. Nice poem. Loved it. Could actually feel the leafs journey
Right to my yard
Maxeen_1YORK, North Yorkshire, England UKNov 27, 2011
A Fallen Leaf by: Yankee4you Where ever this leaf blows and falls it surely has a beautiful freeing journey ...and definetly glory crowned luv this write yankee.. thankyou for sharing Gold turning soon to brown I am free of life's daily grind Floating smile without a sound I tumble away flying blind In apex of my glory crowned
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaNov 27, 2011
As far as I know... physical death means physical death Nice writing my friend :)
lucy777gunbarrel city, Texas USANov 28, 2011
Excellent poem Yankee
itchywitchgalway, Galway IrelandNov 28, 2011
i could do with taking a leaf out of your book yankie you certainly do have away with words... lovely
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Ok got that out of my system. Nice poem. Loved it. Could actually feel the leafs journey
Right to my yard
Where ever this leaf blows and falls it surely has a beautiful freeing journey ...and definetly glory crowned
luv this write yankee.. thankyou for sharing
Gold turning soon to brown
I am free of life's daily grind
Floating smile without a sound
I tumble away flying blind
In apex of my glory crowned
you certainly do have away with words...
lovely