Frank Lee
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Nice poem Frank!
I can't compete but here is my little autumn poem
As I observed you falling down,
drifting slowly to the ground,
A sense of despair came within
knowing your life had come to end.
I then looked up from which you came
and saw another do the same,
Little leaf from the tree
you have shown me reality...
This here tree from which you came
is the TRUE life and you the beauty of it's name...
I like your leaf poem! It is very thoughtful. May I encourage you to expand your writing? I have been writing since I was a child and love it. Any ability comes from hardship and grief. As, a child my home was not a happy one so I hid myself in books reading until a splitting headache would force me to stop after 12,14,16 hours. As a teen I would bring several books home from the library and read all weekend. The blessing from all that reading is that I learned so much about English usage.
An example of good springing from evil circumstances. Amen
I did write a whimsical one years ago about leaves!
I wrote this in a way that at first tricks you to believe it is about children then reveals itself.
Leaving Home
By Frank Lee Jennings
Multitudes of them daily leaving
leaving home yet not quite grieving
different ways yet still the same
from every color, hue and region
going, leaving home in legions
ones and twos, threes and tens
not quite sure when it begins
no one tried to make them stay
though some were sad to see them go
they didn’t try to stop them though
for after all that time at home
twas good for them to go and roam
to twirl around to skew off there
while many others soared and sailed
the mothers all just stood and wailed
so soon they all would come to rest
and make the forest floor a nest
a colored carpet laid each fall
by leafy children of the trees
landing there on bended knees
they wait beneath the winter snow
hidden there while sharp winds blow
for next years children coming down
coming twirling, sailing down
a carpet laid still coming down
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