Leaving Home

By Trainspotter

Thu, 24 Nov 2011

1172 reads

6 comments

Yellows, reds and golden browns
dance and twirl around our towns,
falling, flying, floating away,
gathering heaps at the end of day,
rustling replacing swallows' songs,
dreaming of summer nights long gone,
gaily playing without a care,
dying, leaving their mothers bare

Certificate U

Poem

Nature

Comments

This is actually quite

Permalink Submitted by Overthetop1 on Thu, 2011-11-24 19:41

This is actually quite lovely. What a poignant ending.

Overthetop1

Yes, I was just thinking of

Permalink Submitted by Trainspotter on Thu, 2011-11-24 20:31

Yes, I was just thinking of how short a life those little chaps have. Isn't it a shame? If only I could do something. ps I'm at work and the neighbours are having a bit of a domestic upstairs. Could be a story in that.

I liked this and it had good

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Fri, 2011-11-25 15:11

I liked this and it had good rhythm and rhyme. Jenny.

Bit of a domestic? That

Permalink Submitted by Overthetop1 on Fri, 2011-11-25 23:51

Bit of a domestic? That could run and run.

Overthetop1

I thought this was very neat

Permalink Submitted by TVR on Sat, 2011-12-03 14:22

I thought this was very neat and clever, Trainspotter, well done. Much enjoyed. sue

TVR

Thanks jenny and sue. You

Permalink Submitted by Trainspotter on Mon, 2011-12-05 21:53

Thanks jenny and sue. You are too kind by far. OTT, I'm back at work tonight and the neighbours have been very quiet so far.