“without branches or roots, / or even a sky to hold on to” Gathering Leaves in Grade School Judith Harris – They were smooth ovals, and some the shade of potatoes— some had been moth-eaten or spotted, the maples were starched, and crackled like campfire. – Read rest of poem – (poetry diary 171 – 2/7/17) Just wanted to put up a school poem today. [ DeVos hangs in balance before tight Senate vote – Tom LoBianco & Eugene Scott, CNN, 2/7/17] Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.