I’ve been admiring all the autumn leaves when I’ve been out recently, and then I read this poem and thought I should share it.
Did I hear some one say that the leaves were dead?
Well, it’s quite a mistake, for in brown, gold and red
Lively and mischievous, merry and gay –
No, I don’t think the leaves can be dead to-day!
The Poem “Dead Leaves” by Enid Blyton, as it is written in the book “The Enid Blyton Poetry Book” (School Edition) published in 1934.
What are the leaves like where you are?