Free as a leaf.
I see you whirling down, you silly, tipsy leaf.
Like a giddy sailor boy just from the latest reef.
Looking for a merry lass to revel the night away,
then to lounge around the next day.
I wish I had your dreams and youth to get me through this year, til I return in spring to turn over a new leaf.
Coming from that tree you remind me of Gene and Danny kicking up their heels.
Doing tap, tap, tap and reels.
Oh to be free as a leaf.
I would take your beauty too.
P jones 2010
Also hooking up with Mary at
Mosaic Monday.
A sashay around my house.
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Even some beautifully colored weeds in there.
