The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.
The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.
None are left upon the trees or on the lawn.
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I like this poem, it shows me the he wants to learn more about the world then he already knows and he does not want to rest until he knows everything. He is very determined to find out. He wants to see the world more clearly than from what he already knows about it.