Come Little Leaves

My friend put some poetry up on her blog, and that reminded me that I taught this early 1900's poem as a skit and memorization project to my kids when they were small. They each took turns saying every other stanza while they both acted out the poem. Frank gets embarrassed when I remind him of it. It's my favorite. And, I found a Prairie Schooler cross stitch pattern with some of the words on it and a cute Fall design too:

It has been very windy, rainy, and cold here the past week. Fall has come! Now we're worried about winter...

Come, Little Leaves

by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.

"Come over the meadows with me and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the brown fields they danced and flew,

Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,

Little brook, sing us your farewell song;

Say you're sorry to see us go;

Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,

Mother will keep you from harm and cold;

Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,

Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,

Winter had called them, and they were content,

Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,

The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads."

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