That summer is gone and fall is almost here.
No more long days in the heat
Rather shorter, cooler days that bring relief.
No more vacations across the country, Instead running the sport "cross country."
Instead of baking in the sun,
I labor in a classroom, until the work is done.
No more long Rodeo nights,
Instead I'll see many a football field, brightened by lights.
Green leaves will turn brown,
Until they all at last fall to the ground.
Should this make me sad?
I guess not, because I find myself glad.
Yes, I find myself doing well,
Because I know of all the memories this summer has held.
Peace, Love, & Hello Endless Days of Raking Up Leaves