Autumn Limericks
I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
Autumn Limericks
When we travel so far to see leaves
to find colors again for our weaves
yet leaves fall on my yard
huge piles catch us off guard
when our shovels require our heaves
Once the yard is all raked by children
yet my yard it is far from ridden
these mountains of orange
where rodents will forage
will my lawn always be hidden?
The children begin to build tunnels
this debris seems multifunctional
a soft place for their jumps
how Fall gets rid of grumps
each leaf crushed in children's hand funnels
They will fall with a crunch into piles
they will crawl between yellow leaf aisles
again with cannonball
until the dinner call
and make fall angels with a big broad smile
Each season comes with its own memory
when the leaves drop to earth cleverly
where we build a kingdom
outdoor play that's wholesome
release of my children's energy.
