Need to rake, rake the underbrush
where fallen leaves begin to blow and rush
across the forest floors in flutters
or lay thick piled in the gutters.
Where is that rake with its steel spikes
ready and able to eradicate the flight
of leaves piled deep and high
racing along the horizontal land and sky.
Rake, rake, rake
give that deciduous tree a sturdy shake
until every leaf has fallen down
and the forest lay silent without a sound.
Along the paths, just at the edge
we need to rake the leaves beneath the hedge,
blow and mulch this undergrowth
until it's cleared with every stroke.
Is that okay,
to do it in the winds of autumns play
with fires in the distant sky
threatening woodland creatures, human lives?
Finland didn't know
they had the answer for this devastating show
of Californians worst historic tragedies
that brought most every empathetic dreamer to their knees.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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