The trees were gorgeous all summer long;
Filled with birds as they chirped a sweet song,
Their leaves glistened when caught in the rain,
When the sun came out they sparkled again.
They rustled gently in the hot summer breeze
And provided some shade for animals and bees.
Summer was picnic time in the park
Under a tree — listening to tunes from a sweet lark,
As the sun went down and the moon came out
The leaves rustled gently; a rabbit poked out his snout.
It seems that the leaves stood guard all the night,
The sun rose in the morning, what a delight!
Autumn arrived and the leaves waved goodbye,
As they all came falling gently from the sky.
In a fusion of colour they all floated down,
Resting gently on the grass and the ground.
Fall days saw more leaves pile up on the lawn,
Knee deep in some places; it’s time to move on,
Take out my old blower; turn on the switch,
Blow those beautiful leaves out back in the ditch,
Out in the yard; leaves, blower, and me,
Blowing those colourful leaves was a sight to see!
Year after year, Fall seasons come and go;
Falling leaves put on a spectacular show!
Bob MacKinnon
The 90-year-old leaf blower
Duncan