COME ALONG......(in the sweet past)

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"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

Poem recitation was so much fun in the childhood!!!
Those tips by teachers on voice modulation...and pronounciation....the practicing aloud...in front of a mirror...friends prompting in between  ...if you kind of...forget the lines.....putting in expressions in every word....using eyebrows and smile.....oh it was such a cool exercise...
These memories often bring smile on my face.   I found these two leaves on the garden swing...and I immortalised them on the canvas..with acrylics ...
I magnified them 5 times their original size...I had fun...giving them the crinkled texture with the palette knife ....softly reciting this school-days poem....by George Cooper.