Saturday, December 3, 2011

Burning Leaves Comments

Rating: 5.0

I raked some leaves upon the ground,
And made a pile most high.
Enjoying the musty smell, and crackling sound,
While I listened to their cry.
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Juan Olivarez
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Smoky Hoss 06 December 2011

Very thought provoking; all living things (present and past) have a continuing presence somewhere... 'out there'. I love it.

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Claudia Krizay 04 December 2011

I like the personalization of leaves in this poem- listening to them cry and thinking you heard them sigh. This poem enhances my love for Autumn, which is my favorite time of year. Thanks for sharing your excellent work! ! Claudia

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