Leaves

• Jack Flemming, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

The leaves that rustle through the trees
Rustle rustle through the street
While I'm walking to the shop
The leaves they do care to stop
Right on top of poor old me
Wham kapow punching me
Before they hit me in the face
They say eat my mace
And now I’m laying on the ground
Listening to the rustling sound