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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