When the Leaves Fall

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WHEN the leaves fall off the trees
Everybody walks on them :
Once they had a time of ease
High above, and every breeze
Used to stay and talk to them.

Then they were so debonair

As they fluttered up and down ;

Dancing in the sunny air,

Dancing without knowing there
Was a gutter in the town.

Now they have no place at all !

All the home that they can find
Is a gutter by a wall,
And the wind that waits their fall

Is an apache of a wind.

© James Brunton Stephens