THE leaves do not mind at all That they must fall. When summertime has gone. It is pleasant to put on A traveling coat of brown and gray And fly away, Past the barn and past the school, Past the noisy little pool. It used to hear but could not see. O, it is joy to be A leaf ''" and free! To be swiftly on the wing Like a bird adventuring. And then, tired out, to creep Under some friendly rail and go to sleep; The leaves do not mind at aU That they must fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |