a leaf by anelephantcant
I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
the day we went to Lighthouse Park
the trees were high the sun was low
but with you there was no dark
I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
when we walked round English Bay
for some the rain fell steadily
for me the sky was never grey
I have the Maple Leaf you gave me
when we admired the Gastown Clock
but time had no real meaning
when we laughed and danced and talked
I lost the Maple Leaf you gave me
on that long gone autumn day
carried on a gentle breeze
like your love it slipped away
anelephantcant 
This is my favorite poem, so many layers, like the trees in leaf.
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Thank you, Brenda.
Such words of praise make writing poetry worthwhile.
Much appreciated.
And serious, for once!
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Now a serious comment, that is rare and treasured. XOXO (Can one hug anElephant?)
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Any time you want to.
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Hi there, this is Grace from Loving My Lit. I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award! You can find out more and get started here: https://lovingmylit.wordpress.com/2015/07/25/my-first-blogging-award/. Congratulations!
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AnElephantCant thank you enough for this
But he really cannot accept any awards
He may be somewhat absurd
But your kindly words
Are for him a sufficiently heart-warming reward
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Elephant’s “smarter than the average bear”
Such a clever touch with the leaf that is not an acer
If he should visit Parc de la Gatineau
He will find that maples they grow
In such profusion he can bury ole Ceayr!
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AnElephantCant visit Quebec
Mummy won’t let him go to a far away land
At least not on his own
He needs a chaperone
Perhaps Karin will take him by the hand
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This would make a lovely folk-tune kind of song.
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AnElephant awaits with bated breath the creation of your musical genius!
An interesting collaboration, because he gets paid peanuts.
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I’ll see your peanuts and be raisin you.
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AnElephantCant show a gentleman his peanuts!
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What a beautiful poem! I’m tempted to tease you about the leaf but I won’t as the ending is a sad one…
Did you mean Gastown in British Columbia?
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AnElephant is happy that you liked his poem.
The Gastown mentioned here is in Vancouver, BC.
And, sweet Dale, before you tease AnElephant about the leaf, please read his reply to C. E. Ayr earlier.
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I liked it very much!
I love B.C. and wish my aunt still lived there so I’d have a reason to visit once again…
I did read the reply…which is why I said I would not tease you and be persnickety like that Ayr guy! 😉
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AnElephant is grateful to lovely Dale for being so understanding.
Mr Ayr thinks he is something just because he has a really great book of short stories, or Sound Bite Fiction, out now!
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‘Tis no small thing. We should allow him to bask in his success – should he get too big for his britches, we’ll bring him back to earth!
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You are as considerate as you are lovely, dear Dale.
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💓
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C.e. you just heard me think!
Amazing how quickly a leaf is replaced
Woeful, soulful, and beautifully paced.
A ballad in waiting?
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AnElephantCant be as dumb as he looks
He does do some things as a joke
When he looks at trees
He is easy to please
AnElephantCant tell a willow from a palm from an oak
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I loved this My Elephant Friend. Very touching piece.
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Thank you, Belinda, I am glad it touched you.
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I like the poem.
Do you realise that the leaf in the photograph is not a Maple Leaf?
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AnElephantCant be a phytomorphologist
That’s easy for him to say
But if you read to the end
You will see, my friend
That the Maple Leaf slipped away
It’s just a photo, okay?
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