The Rake
Poem about... You guessed it... A rake... It was written to win a wager against a former teacher... I had said I could write a poem that was half-decent about anything and he said, 'Write one about a rake', so I did... I don't think it turned out half-bad...
The Rake
I sleep
Until autumn's nigh
And when the coloured
Leaves fall
I'll wake
And collect them all
Within my arms
So close
Before the winter calls
And once the wind
Blows snowflakes about
Again I'll sleep
'Til the seasons see fit to change
Once more
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw