L Milton Hankins Poet Light Verse

Going Natural

Zillions of brown dead leaves cover my lawn
Forming a moldy carpet of my own making,
Most enterprising neighbors are up at dawn
Unlike me, they are industriously raking.
While I am content to see leaves piling higher
Relishing news reports that we should not rake
And much too stingy a few yard men to hire,
I say they’re nature’s mulch, for goodness' sake! 

Written November 12, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger November 13, 2022 at 12:13 AM “Industriously raking ” is such a waste of time. L Milton Hankins November 13, 2022 at 8:19 AM Nature has a way of taking care of these things.

Gershon Wolf November 12, 2022 at 7:17 PM Absolutely right! Nature's mulch! Especially delectable with a topping of snowflakes. ~ Cheap Dessert Eats L Milton Hankins November 12, 2022 at 8:42 PM (chuckling)

Tom Cunningham November 12, 2022 at 10:50 AM Lol, im watching them pile up on our lawn, im tempted to get a chainsaw to our neighbours tree that is the main culprit. Tom L Milton Hankins November 12, 2022 at 12:00 PM I know how you and my neighbors feel. My huge sycamore spreads leaves to my closest neighbors, as well. I'm sure this time of the year, they hate me!