Last weekend while we were on a bike-riding, rolling down grassy hills, trying to injure ourselves safari, the kids saw three big piles of leaves in a neighbor's unfenced yard. The rake was still there as a sign that the leaf raker had only just stepped away from the piles to get a refreshing glass of water and a snack.
The kids immediately asked if they could run into the piles of leaves and jump around. I said the owner of the house
Everyone was disappointed including me!
Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
4 comments:
My daughter has big plans for my husband to spend a few hours raking leaves so she can spend a few minutes jumping in them and spreading the leaves all over. Knowing how my daughter can entice my husband, this may just happen.
I always make big piles of leaves with the purpose being to jump in them. My daughter and I used to make bedrooms of the leaves.
Oh gosh...how perfect. I've never seen this poem...or maybe I have and can't remember....either is a possibility. I remember fondly raking up all the leaves in the yard and sending in the kids to destroy it.. Yes...kids...I have 3 step-children, but I don't see them often...long story....
I've never seen that poem either, and it's a great one for fall.
Jumping in leaf piles is one of life's greatest little pleasures. It's nice to see you're passing along the tradition.
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