As I was,
yet again,
going to St. Ives,
I saw a man
collecting leaves,
he said he had
most every leaf,
that ever there was,
I showed disbelief,
until he showed me his collection;
‘At least’, he said,
‘A select selection.’
I was amazed
by what I’d seen,
a leaf of brown,
and one of green,
he said he kept the rest at home,
and topped them up
when he did roam.
