On Clough Road when I was a child
\nwe had some maple trees.
\nIn fall the leaves lay on the lawn,
\nin places to my knees.
\nMy dad would rake this dried debris
\ninto one giant pile.
\nMy friends and I were then allowed
\nto play in it awhile.
\nWe’d run and dive into this hive
\nfor all the afternoon.
\nAnd when the kids were called away,
\nthey’d always whine, "Too soon!"
\nI’d come back in the house all leafy,
\nnotice Dad’s chagrin,
\nas Mom would tell him cheerfully,
\n"You’ll have to rake again."<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"