Piles of Leaves

Leaves fall
from those maple trees
as they stand tall
and sway in the breeze

I get everything
the bag and the rake
and then I start thinking
"How long will this take?"

Stroke after stroke
with my big rake
a sip from my Coke,
a big pile, I will make

I am now done
with my big pile
I now want some fun
but I must wait awhile

In the bags they go,
all those colored leaves
I'm getting hot, I know
as I roll up my sleeves

It is now just me
Hot and sweaty and on my knees
O, how I rather be
The big maple trees