Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

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I picked this poem because I really like Robert Frost and I also like this poem a lot. It ties in with my theme of seasons because gathering leaves represents autumn for me. Raking leaves is something I always do in autumn. I think this poem captures this chore in a light and fun way, especially when Frost jokes about how there is really now use for the bags of leaves after gathering them up.

Poetic Devices 

rhyme scheme - aabbcc...

simile - light as balloons 

consonance - till I fill

alliteration - again and again