"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."
Autumn Leaves
Maggie loves to be read to. She watches, she listens, and she enjoys. Walking in the autumn mornings and finding such beautiful leaves reminds us of some very nice poems. We enjoy listening to the rhythmical creation of beauty in words when the nights get cold & dark.
Enjoy!
"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
Emily Dickinson
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
Emily Dickinson
"The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band."
George Cooper
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band."
George Cooper
Maggie
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