"Come, little leaves..."

Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy

On Dec 1, 8:19*am, Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy

What a beautiful poem, I've not known it (no surprise there!).
thank you for sharing Sandy,
Hugs
Bronnie, first day of summer Down Under and its hot and humid.

We have a pecan grove (just for shade and to entertain the squirrels), some
fruit trees, about a dozen magnificent oaks (some toss all their leaves,
some change sets dropping one and growing another at the same time). I
strongly suspect that Mr. Esther would invite Mr. Cooper to participate in
the survival thereof and see if he still thinks there's a charm to dancing
leaves.
There's also an elderly mimosa who tosses beards, seed pods, and fans of
leaves with abandon. She's become confused in her old age and quite often
will grow a new set of leaves when everybody else knows winter is here. Ah
my, but she is a masterpiece.
Tell Mr. Cooper he won't even have to bring his own rake; gloves would
be a good idea. Polly

"Bronnie" wrote in message
...
On Dec 1, 8:19 am, Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy

What a beautiful poem, I've not known it (no surprise there!).
thank you for sharing Sandy,
Hugs
Bronnie, first day of summer Down Under and its hot and humid.

Oh, this is beautiful! I can just picture it translated into a quilt!

We are under a severe wind warning tonight, winds expected around 40
to 70 miles per hour for the next 36 hrs.

Ginger in CA

On Nov 30, 2:19*pm, Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy

Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy


Omigoodness! As I read this lovely little poem I recognised snippets
from long, long ago. Our class recited this for 'speech day' about - hm
- nearly fifty years ago. Thank you *so* much for posting it Sandy. Now
I have it back, I won't lose it again.

--
Trish Brown {|:-}

Newcastle, NSW, Australia

Howdy!

Isn't it a lovely little poem?

W/ winds rushing thru' at 40 mph this weekend, the little leaves
didn't stay long. During a lull, I walked the 'hood, couldn't
resist bringing home a handful of color from the neighbors.
We have Bradford pear, red oak, white oak, burr oak, cedar elm,
red-tip photinia, crape myrtle & althea (hibiscus) all releasing
their treasures, but still I had to have more.
I keep a compost pile going year-round; these leaves give back. ;-)

Enjoy your spring & summer, Trish!

R/Sandy - contemplating long sleeves


On 11/30/11 9:48 PM, in article
m, "Trish Brown"
wrote:

Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy


Omigoodness! As I read this lovely little poem I recognised snippets
from long, long ago. Our class recited this for 'speech day' about - hm
- nearly fifty years ago. Thank you *so* much for posting it Sandy. Now
I have it back, I won't lose it again.

Wonderful!
Thanks Sandy.
..
In message , Sandy E
writes
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy


--
Best Regards
Pat on the Green

Thanks to you Sandy. That is nice. If you put a pool in it seems to act
as a big leaf catcher. I so miss our big cottonwood trees we took out
but I don't miss the millions of leaves to rake up! I have planted a
zillion trees here. Messy winner is the mimosa but she is the prettiest
too.
Taria


"Sandy E" wrote in message ...

Howdy!

Isn't it a lovely little poem?

W/ winds rushing thru' at 40 mph this weekend, the little leaves
didn't stay long. During a lull, I walked the 'hood, couldn't
resist bringing home a handful of color from the neighbors.
We have Bradford pear, red oak, white oak, burr oak, cedar elm,
red-tip photinia, crape myrtle & althea (hibiscus) all releasing
their treasures, but still I had to have more.
I keep a compost pile going year-round; these leaves give back. ;-)

Enjoy your spring & summer, Trish!

R/Sandy - contemplating long sleeves


On 11/30/11 9:48 PM, in article
m, "Trish Brown"
wrote:

Sandy E wrote:
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long,
Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
Say you're sorry to see us go;
Ah! you will miss us, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade,
Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle over their heads.

~~~~~~

Thought of this while changing the quilts, the decorations,
the calendar pages... and setting up the lights for Christmas.

Cheers!
Ragmop/Sandy


Omigoodness! As I read this lovely little poem I recognised snippets
from long, long ago. Our class recited this for 'speech day' about - hm
- nearly fifty years ago. Thank you *so* much for posting it Sandy. Now
I have it back, I won't lose it again.