Raking Poems - Poems about Raking

mom rakes piles of leaves kids with bikes scatter them causing mom to yell...

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I hear my sister calling me for dinner As I'm raking up the clippings from the grass. I turn my head And am stuck by the gently setting sun That glows red through the soft grey clouds. A light breeze plays with my hair As this warm summer evening crawls to a close. I inhale. "Coming!"...

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Raking Leaves The leaves keep coming down I see them tumbling with a frown Their beauty won’t stay another day The Wind is surely taking them away Their season is over, it is plain to see Now someone has to rake them, I guess it is me ...

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The leaves have fallen once again, another season has come and gone, those leaves teach us much, for they know they must fall yet they hang on -- proud and strong. Our seasons throughout life are unique to each of us, but similar to those leaves. Without falling we cannot reach, we cannot grow, we cannot love deeper. You know what -- we are...

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The trees know very well And so do the limbs. Nature tells the limbs To release the leaves because Their provisions of shadows And shades have now ended. The wind picks up and scatters The leaves as they quietly fall. Fields of grains and nuts abound; Opened cotton buds astound; Boll Weevils are not around. Fall is the harvest season when Painted leaves begin to descend. High-tech landscaping...

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Autumn 2001 Dooralong Valley, NSW Australia A 40 acre property to retire to - kept us far more busy than our ‘working life’. The swimming pool - that bright blue jewel that bane of our existence, occupied us incessantly, especially when Autumn leaves covered the lawn. Preemptively I would rake them, and rake them and rake them before the wind could...

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You can smell Autumn on the wind as the leaves change from green to yellow, red and orange Eventually to fall to the ground for you to have to rake up You rake the leaves into nice, big piles You decide before you bag them to have a little fun You take a flying leap straight into the middle of the pile of your...

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raking dried leaves as a mouse escapes cat chases crisp winds blowing through my hair birds in flight a harvest of fresh pumpkins squirrel with nut a blue corn moon rises on horizon autumn chill pumpkin cookies baking for ghosts and ghouls tricks and treats ...

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fallen leaves gathered plastic sacks for discarding my tired, aching back not again is my refrain boy next door has autumn job written September 1, 2021...

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Wind B l e w Leaves Feet D r a g Line 10/29/2020 In Just A Few Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Stretch, pile together. Work first,, then toss in to play. Shouldn't life be like....

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The tines of the rake comb through a dispersing tumble. Ocher clumps form random hillocks, most slip through the iron teeth dancing drunkenly away. I was called into the rushing air. Physical work with the dead and dying is a ‘calling’ isn’t it? The newly deceased keep falling. Maple leaf bones crackle underfoot. I scoop their remains, brush an autumnal cerecloth, shake the dead into swirls of...

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The wind has blown All the fallen leaves Downward to the ground This is not the first time All the raking starts Raking a pile of leaves Fifty bags are packed More bags will be filled There are more leaves to spill Until all has spread To be raked once more For the very last time...

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Yard waste bags, seasonal toll and drive need a rake...

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The leaves have fallen Now its time to rake So the ground canbreath...

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