Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 223 Points (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

Ode To Fall - Poem by Scotty Dogg

The never ending orange and yellow
Leaves bombard me;
Bludgeon me like the Red Baron
Shot up Snoopy that one Halloween

I'll rake one spot for hours in
My front yard. Scratching a patch
For hours and hours and hours.
Just one square foot of yard.

Now, one leaf is stubborn,
And it sticks to my rake. I shake
And shake and shake. My rake.
I scream at the leaf:
'Why do you torment me so? ' and:
'Tenacious dead leaf, I hate you! '

Now, I collapse to my knees
And weep and weep.
I will pound the ground with
Fists and wrists.
I will grovel to the lawn
Pleading with obscenities.

Okay, you are high above
Me now. Like a bird in that
Yonder tree. See me pounding?
You see my plumber's crack?

Watch, as I do snow angels
In the pile of red leaves;
And, I also do that spinning
Thing on my side like 'Curly'
Of The Three Stooges always

Then my neighbor comes out
To get his morning paper:
'Good morning, Jim' says he, with
A knowing nod.
'Hi Bob, ' says I.

Comments about Ode To Fall by Scotty Dogg

  • Kelly Kurt (4/13/2015 11:28:00 AM)

    wonderful poem, Scotty. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • Valsa George (12/5/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    A poem quite different from the ordinary poems on Fall ! So that stubborn leaf tenaciously clung to your rake, giving you heart ache! Enjoyed much!

    If you have time and will, I invite you to read my poem on falling leaves - As Autumn Runs its Round
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  • Bri Edwards (10/11/2013 1:57:00 PM)

    what are the visiting hours at bellevue these days? or are you at university of south alabama medical center?
    do they let you have a knife with your supper? i sent this to MyPoemList.
    you suggested i look at your most recent submission but three share the same date so i guess i'll HAVE to read all three. i hope my baby's wet diaper isn't TOO irritating.
    several years ago as i walked along a residential street i watched a senior citizen raking a few leaves along the curb. there were plenty of leaves left on the trees and i thought to myself self, why is that old person bothering with so few leaves when plenty more are yet on the trees? [those weren't my exact words, but; i have embellished my speech for you poets] now, after almost ten years of retirement i have a better understanding.
    thanks for sharing. rhyming not needed here. and i learned plumber's crack only in the last few years also.
    isn't there a law against such exposure in your community?
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  • Michael Oliver (2/23/2013 12:54:00 PM)

    Metinks Mr. Dogg is growing mellow ad mature- however a rage is a rage is a rage part of your staple.-another grain of sad inflated into infinity -excellent (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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