Effort number 2:
‘Round November ,
Under its sky,
Scuds of leaves
Skate and fly.
Emerald’s embers,
They fill the streets,
They swell with rains,
Heap up in piles,
En-clog the drains.
Reddish leaves are
Easily seen
And routed by a
Power blower-
Evictor grim- of
Russet; the reaper.
Last edited by Susan d.S.; 11-12-2011 at 06:10 PM.
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