The Last Leaf in Line

In the fall at leaf raking time,

Grandpa sees the last leaf in line,

Should he pick it for another day?

Or let the cold wind blow it away?

The other leaves have flipped and flown

On new adventures of their own,

The last leaf hugs its  branch tightly,

Rides the wind  and blushes brightly.

Grandpa puts down his rake with relief,

"I’m glad I got the last and best leaf!"

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