Leaves That Are Green

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Leaves That Are Green

Leaves That Are Green
Based on the short story "Keri deLaubans Chapman"
(c) 1992-2017 by Sean McKissack

Excerpts from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Cover photography by Tiffany Ording

Special Thanks to:
CharLee Martin
Tiffany Ording
Nathaniel Bullard
The students and faculty of Reardan High School

"Leaves That Are Green" was written during a time where Every. Single. Story I wrote had a three name title that was,usually, female. Years later, I renamed it "Looking for Heaven in the Real World" as the main character was looking for something that he could never find. This name change was temporary as I recalled what I was listening to when I wrote the original short story: the Simon & Garfunkal album "Sounds of Silence".

The change allowed me to change the character's name from "Keri" to Ceci and I dropped a few S&G hints within the narrative but tried to keep it to a minimum.

For the record, I did attend Reardan High School...the fact that the lyrics to "A Most Peculair Man" mention a Mrs. Reardan (Riordan?) were a wonderful circumstance.

And yes, this story takes place one year after the events in “Unwritten Rules”

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Hello, Hello, Hello, Good-bye,
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.