The Life of a Leaf

December 22, 2008
By Jack Morris, Marietta, GA

The wind whips across the pavement, scooping up loose leaves,
How frightened they must feel without the safety of their trees.
The wind lets out a howl, and shoots them to the sky,
But only for a moment, for the wind will soon subside.
The wind is not yet finished, it rushes cross the ground,
The leaves scrape and race to places not yet found.
The wind is their master, their direction, their guide,
They are powerless to leave and helpless to hide.
The wind constantly controls life after the tree,
The life of a leaf is no life for me.

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Maura said...
on Jan. 7 2009 at 4:47 am
Wow, this poem is great. Jack, you should continue writing and try to submit your work other places as well. Just this small sample tells me you're probably a very smart and attractive boy. I can only guess, though...


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