Gathering Leaves Poem

Gathering Leaves Poem By Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are hght as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rusthng all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
FlOWing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I :fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And whd’s to say where
The harvest shall stop?

Gathering Leaves Poem

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