Can you edit my poem? When I am at Work When I am at work, I am as the wind in the trees Pushing leaves into piles And scattering seeds Through the fresh cut grass below. Sometimes brisk, I make leaves fly. Other times, still, I let them sit. And soon I find there’s more To stir, to blow, and let alone While I await the draft’s sure end And at last stop. And leave the world at peace.

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Can you edit my poem?        When I am at Work  When I am at work, I am as the wind in the trees Pushing leaves into piles And scattering seeds Through the fresh cut grass below.  Sometimes brisk,  I make leaves fly. Other times, still,  I let them sit.  And soon I find there’s more To stir, to blow, and let alone While I await the draft’s sure end And at last stop.   And leave the world at peace.

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When I am at Work

When I am at work,
I am as the wind in the trees
Pushing leaves into piles
And scattering seeds
Through the fresh cut grass below.

Sometimes brisk, 
I make leaves fly.
Other times, still, 
I let them sit.

And soon I find there’s more
To stir, to blow, and let alone
While I await the draft’s sure end
And at last stop. 

And leave the world at peace.