The Coming of Fall first draft

Carlene Cassorla

Mrs. Hoffman- Elswick

Creative Writing B-1

9/16/12

                                The Coming of Fall

        Anticipating the coming fall

            Dreading my mother, soon to call

           

            But one may wonder, why the pain

            Alone with imaginative heavy rain

            Soon the leaves will fall, my friend

            A golden blanket will cover the yard

            My mother will find me,

            Intent in her eyes

            She will give me the order

            The infamous line

“Go rake the leaves honey,”

She’ll say with a smile

She’ll send me away

Never once losing that smile

So I start my punishment,

Or so I made myself believe

I get with the raking,

Raking those gold mocking leaves