Autumn Limericks
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.
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Leaves and children gorgeous. I forgot it was limerick part way through, very smooth write Jamie.
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Thank you Kristen. Jamie
Beautiful and heartfelt limericks on the autumn season.
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It is good to hear from you Shyron. I hope this Poetry Month is treating you well. God Bless. Jamie
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Thank you Elijah. It is never to late to mess a leaf pile up when no one is looking. Jamie
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Thank you Louise. Jamie
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Thank you Threekeys. Jamie
Love your poem Jamie,
I too am a poet lover.
Thank you for the falling leaves, that must be where the word fall comes from.
Blessings my friend.
Reminded me of my being a country child with plenty roaming territory where I could play in multicolored leaves of Fall. When i moved to the city, still a child, the leaves were a task to keep out of the yard no matter how windy the day might be that kept them falling all Saturday preventing my going off to play. What a contrast between country and city life for a child.
I enjoyed reading it.
I enjoyed reading that, thankyou. Autumn is indeed a lovely month, and certainly great for children to be playing around in the falling leaves.
I could easily picture everything. Lovely poem. Young children give us a second chance in which way to see the world.
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