Growing Up

by Sean Allen   Jul 27, 2007


Leaf falling away--
no longer with an anchor--
drops to the water.

Where
does the
river flow?
Only the leaf
is able to know
the salty taste of sea
and joyously fluffy foam.

Who is there to say
where the little leaf may roam
when she is finally gone
floating in the sea alone?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Brandy

    Loved the poem...

  • 16 years ago

    by Alma

    Beautiful poem
    your captured the uncertainty and confusion about growing up & the not nowing what you'll do.
    5/5!

  • 16 years ago

    by ghosts in bloom

    Awesomely penned. The flow
    is perfect. [: I love this piece!

  • 16 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    Nice job! I can read so much into this one.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    Oh my... that is so cute. It is almost a nursery rhym (sry cannot spell tonight) for little children.

    Elegent yet simple. Absolutley brilliant!

    --Sher

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