Before the summer ends. |
I look at the calendar and I see it is August; time to have a party before the summer is over. I look at the sun and I see it is moving southward; time to have a party out in the back yard. I will invite lots of friends and neighbors; the gathering will be a blast. I’ll grill hot dogs and burgers, and corn in foil; and all will enjoy their repast. I set out the lawn chairs and tables for the doing; time to have a party before the summer slips away. I wave goodbye to July and the fourth with all its dazzle; time to have a party where we all enjoy fresh air! We’ll have our food and then we’ll throw the Frisbee, or play corn-hole with pure delight. We’ll raise our ice-filled glasses, and wet our whistles, as evening transforms into night. I go out in the morning and I see the lawn is dewy; time to have a party before the summer is no more. I watch the sun set earlier and sigh among the shadows; time to have a party with good camaraderie! I will see Ellie-Anna, and Joe and Cadence, and other children here and there. The neighborhood will be a warm come-together, and these days that is pretty rare. (I look in the back and I see the remnants of the party; time to reminisce I guess because the party’s over. I put the grill back in the garage and fold up all the tables; time to think how autumn will be ready to arrive.) 28 Lines Writer’s Cramp August 2, 2014 |