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Words on Wednesday


Come Little Leaves

"Come, little leaves," 
Said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows 
With me, and play;
Put on your dresses 
Of red and gold;
Summer is gone, 
And the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves 
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, 
One and all;
Over the meadows 
They danced and flew,
Singing the soft
Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying 
The little leaves went;
Winter had called them 
And they were content-
Soon fast asleep 
In their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle
Over their heads.

2 comments :

  1. This is an absolutely beautiful Autumn poem. Thanks for sharing it!

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