THE FALL

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THE FALL

 

 

THE LEAVES ARE CHANGING

AND SO ARE WE

THE LEAVES ARE SO COLORFUL

SO ARE WE

THE LEAVES MUST FALL

YES AND SO MUST WE

STILL WHAT EVER GOES UP

MUST ALWAYS FALL DOWN

STILL WHAT EVER IS DOWN

MUST COME UP AGAIN

BUT THE FALL ALWAYS BRINGS ON THE COLD

AS THE FALL WE MAKE BRINGS THE COLD

FALLS ARE ALWAYS THE LEARNING PROCESS

YEAR AFTER YEAR AND FALL AFTER FALL

SO WE WILL GET UP AND BRUSH OURSELVES OFF

AS THE LEAVES BLOW AROUND WITH NOWHERE TO GO

SOMETIMES WE DO THE SAME CRAZE

EVENTUALLY THE SUN SHINES MORE IN THE SPRING

AND WE SPRING INTO ACTION

EVENTUALLY THE SUN REACHES OUR CORE

AS THE LEAVES BEGIN TO DISAPPEAR LITTLE BY LITLLE

THERES ALWAYS A NEW BEGINING

AND WE AND THE TREES HAVE CULTURED

WE HAVE GROWN

AND THE TINY LITTLE LEAVES ARE GROWING AGAIN

 

JOSEPH A DEVOE                  1/13/11

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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