Stomp, Stomp, Stomp,
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch,
A favorite pastime from childhood
Crunching leaves
While we were walking home
My siblings and I
On a tree lined street
We would race to catch the next leaf
Even now, years later
The satisfaction is still the same
Crunching leaves
With every stomp I feel a release
Of energy and emotion
Like the popping bubble-wrap
Awwh, music to my ears
I feel like a kid again
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