Friday, November 13, 2009

Gathering Leaves

. . . Next to nothing for weight;

. . . Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop.
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

from the poem "Gathering Leaves"
by Robert Frost, American Poet (1874 - 1963)

*above & below, grade school art by a grownup! ha!

1 comment:

  1. What wonderful illustrations to accompany such a delightful poem. Thanks for bringing this poem to my attention. I love the notion: "a crop is a crop."