Place I will always miss...Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
We traveled East for my brother Andy's wedding.
It was beautiful.
She came down the isle to "Wildflowers" by Tom Petty.
We visited with cousins,
...saw a childhood friend, Holly
Ate at Coney Island,
and drove by the house I spent my childhood in,
It was one of the best visits I've ever had. We walked around our old neighborhood. Holly and I told our men about the adventures we had there and how things had changed.It's normally weird to return to a place that hold so many great memories, but this time it was more like seeing a picture of a place that holds so much meaning and being able to enjoy it all over again.
