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?
I like this poem.- I like how unromantic it is.- All about the frustrations of the leaves when they are no longer pretty. Ha- this bear is gonna take that rake and hit a home run with that squirrel... I kinda stand like that one hand on hip when the kid messes up the folded laundry!
ReplyDeleteFun!
ReplyDeleteI have a thing for bears (and whales and elephants), so this one gets a thumbs up from me! There is definitely some attitude in that fist to hip pose, and that squirrel is so carefree! Nice poem choice, Heather.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem choice and I love your illustration. There's a lot of attitude and energy in it. Tells a good story. I like how you thought about the details in the background as well. You always include nice details in your environments.
ReplyDeleteThanks guys, I was trying to capture their personalities.
ReplyDeleteJoy, I wanted to show a little compost container next to the shed - because leaves are good for one thing - dirt food! Even the bear is green.