Poem: The Very Last Leaf

Photo by Rob Oxford

The Very Last Leaf - Rob Oxford

I'll be the very last leaf on this tree yet to fall

I'm the very last leaf I've outlasted them all

Hanging on tight to this branch with no hands

I'm determined to stay here as long as I can

All of my brothers lost their grip long ago

Along with my sisters they're now scattered below

Soon I too will grow tired and my stem will get weak

But I'm still the last one that's what makes me unique

Then Dad will come out and he'll roll up his sleeves

And he'll rake and he'll rake and make piles of us leaves

Then we'll be back together like we were way up high

Until we get scattered by some truck that speeds by

But Dad will just laugh and start raking some more

Like he does every year 'til his arms become sore

And then when he's done and us leaves are knee deep

He'll call to his kids and they'll all take a leap