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Poems about
Our Natural World

T R E E   P O E M S

By Josie Whitehead

Dry Leaf


By Josie Whitehead

Dry Leaf

From leaf-buds they grow and then slowly stretch forth

And they look at their world to the south and the north.

     They store water and food and are both fresh and green.

     After winter’s grey days, they’re quite great to be seen.


They are flat and they’re thin, and look up to the sun.

They are food making factories when all’s said and done.

     When the winter is near, then their work is complete

     For the tree’s full of food and it feels quite replete.


As the tree won’t need food until springtime next year

Then the work of this foliage is finished, that’s clear -

      And that glossy green colour takes on a new hue

     And the yellow and russets begin to show through.


Soon the tree is resplendent with magnificent shades,

But they soon start to fall in both gardens and glades;

     On the pathways, in woodlands they all flutter down

     And they dance on the breeze over village and town.


With our barrows and brooms they are soon cleared away,

And so that is the end of their splendid display.

    Oh, our world would be drab without leaves on our trees,

    So remember these facts when you next see them please.

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