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Leaves

Listen to the wind inviting
Each leaf on the tree to dance
And spin, as though in a
Vortex, or to drift alone,
Enjoying its freedom, and then to
Sleep with its siblings on the ground.

4th September, for Francine’s Autumn Acrostic contest

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  1. Date: 9/6/2012 8:16:00 AM

    soup mail Jack luv..

  1. Date: 9/5/2012 11:29:00 AM

    ohh jack, I really like the sensitive appeal that graves this piece...sort of fits the pace of autumn.. winning huggs!..:)

  1. Date: 9/5/2012 9:50:00 AM

    jack love this, the poem signifys such peace, enjoyed

  1. Date: 9/5/2012 4:40:00 AM

    splendid entry encompassing all the lovely elements of Autumn leaves Jack .. truly a fascinating dance luv .. wishing a winning wonder luv .. sent sm to Tracie too..

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 11:35:00 PM

    O yes...that's what they do, go to sleep on the ground and then we have to wake them up before the snow starts. One love my friend! Joy Wells

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 11:34:00 PM

    I LOVE this . You have done it again, creating a gem out of simplicity. What a marvel you are!

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 4:27:00 PM

    Ahhh!!Winner for sure..Enjoyed reading this eve..Thanks for stopping by..In this one you used some creative thinking..Sara

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 4:15:00 PM

    Hello, Jack my sweet poet friend... I love the inviting sound of your poem. My mind is swirling with the beauty of the leaves in your poem. Now I do not feel like raking our falling leaves, from my oak tree.... at last they will sleep well by family and all... love your leafing acrostic... pd

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 3:59:00 PM

    Wow, now I see what I am up against ! Simply wonderful

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 2:45:00 PM

    Now this is a truly awesome write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this exciting poem, full of the joy of Autumn! I loved this write, Great Work!!

  1. Date: 9/4/2012 2:17:00 PM

    Nice work... soothing. A bit like life.. thanks for the poem. Regards, Girish