Explore Poems GO!

Old Leaves....

the smell of dry leaves
swept by your broom
after a rain takes you back
to an old home.

and you remember how
happy you were once as
a child with your mother

she was sweeping the yard
and you help her with all
the dried leaves, creating a
heap, and burning them,
and seeing the smoke rising
to the sky.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/14/2021 9:33:41 PM # 1.0.0.559