End of Summer
Bright stars, no lights
These are September nights
Burning sky, empty trees
Waiting for the cooler breeze
Bugs gone, gardens picked
Cold ice-cream cone I licked
Golden fields, scarecrow out
“Goodbye summer!” we shout
Cold mornings, warm afternoons
Listening to my favourite tunes
Hot embers, cold rain
Watching Papa bring in the grain
Leaves fall, birds leave
All of our garden tools we heave
Warm blankets, hot stew
Summer, how I miss you
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