Falling Leaves

Autumn in Tennessee comes in November.  That’s when the trees finally turn scarlet and amber and shed leaves to the ground making crunchy sidewalk coverings and piles for jumping into like my brother and I enjoyed when we were kids.  And it’s time to remember and quote the Ogden Nash poem that always makes Mom laugh because it netted a poor grade for her dear friend in elementary school when the students were told to memorize a poem.  Evidently it wasn’t long enough to suit the teacher, but certainly memorable enough for two lifelong friends, for we’ve all laughed in autumn warmth for decades and generations since:

“The leaves are falling.  They look like a new rainbow.  Ah, where is the rake?”

Thanks, Ogden.

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