Sports are boring
At least to me
Unless you watch
The Olympics
But sometimes
A simple chore
Can turn into
A goal making
Adventure
Autumn
Is a beautiful time of year
When the trees change colors
And their coverings
Fall upon the ground
One while sweeping
The deck to see the wood below
May wind up
Playing soccer with leaves
Once the brush has done
Its job and there are a select
Few left over
Kicking them between
The bars onto the ground
It's an event
You vs Nature
The deck acts as a field
Team
And goalie
Who will win this
Game of whimsical fun?
Score!
For now it's me
But tomorrow
As more of these
Playful multicolored
Babies of trees
Fall to the ground
The next round begins of
Playing soccer with leaves
And it's anybody's guess
Until winter comes and
All is hidden, blown away
Rematch next year?
You betcha!
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Rebirth (Book 4)
PoetryThis book starts where Survivor left off only from a much more changed stand point and learning and living one day at a time. That doesn't, however, mean that I am cured of ME or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis; which I was diagnosed with in September of...
