by Jack R Roberts
Saturday, June 07, 2003
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The days are getting shorter, and the nights are turning cold,
The autumn leaves are brilliant, all orange and red and gold.
They together are a masterpiece, in this tree so big and tall,
But now the show is over, and the leaves begin to fall.
One by one they drift away, and they tumble to the ground,
Floating to their destination, like they should without a sound.
Except for that one golden leaf, and a prideful leaf was he,
He said, ď I donít have to go, Iím staying on the treeĒ
He held tight onto his branch, as he watched the others fall,
He laughed as they fell past him, he was the toughest after all.
The other leaves were helping one another as they fell,
Dislodging others on the way, a trick they knew so well.
The leaves had formed a multicolored carpet on the ground,
All cozy there together in this rest full place they found.
The prideful leaf was smiling, gazing down upon this site,
But all at once it dawned on him, and his pride turned into fright.
The prideful leaf was now alone, in the top of this old tree,
The other leaves had tried, but he refused to be knocked free.
Now he sadly looks down on them, with them he wants to be,
How lonely it must be to be the last leaf on the tree.
© Jack Roberts Ė October 2, 2002
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|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Jack, you praise me....but you Sir write the most beautiful poetry....take a bow...Ty, Dani|
|Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
|Beautiful work Jack!|
|Reviewed by A PAX
I WISH I WROTE IT!
I LOVE IT!!!
THE BEST THING I HAVE READ ALL DAY !!
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|This is one of my many faves of yours!|
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|This is wonderful. Fall is my favorite time of the year...it pulled in one of my favorite things about the fall...the color...and you caught the element of entering into winter too. Great poem. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|An excellent write Jack
|Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
|A very beautiful read!|
|Reviewed by serenety L
|What a beautiful poem. Love it. S.|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Jack a truly wonderful write!|
|Reviewed by Sandra Corona
|Beautiful write. Sometimes we are all the 'last' leaf in one way or another.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Don't worry, the leaf will join them soon.
Very creative Jack..
Nice looking children you have.....
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was so lovely, just beautiful imagery,
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|I enjoyed this one very much, Jack. This one has good meter and great rhymings. Well-done indeed!
May Lu $*_*$ a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|I read this before.....and are still a very good write....this is what south africa looks like....damn cold and all the trees look dead...but in life I feel like that lonesome last leaf on your tree!!
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan
|Great write!!! I loved the imagery Jack..I could see those leaves lying there around the trunk..and the one leaf on the tree...
One of the best reads tonight...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is so wonderful Jack,good to see you back, hope your not feeling like the leaf on the tree;-)!|