A poem for the mature of time, and young of heart…
Summer’s Last Month
Fill the day with the laze of the heat,
Contemplate your goals from your over-stuffed porch seat.
Sip from the tall gold-rimmed glass,
Hold it firmly, enjoy it thoroughly and show some class.
Watch the August as it rolls by,
Slowing down your thoughts and glancing upon the sky.
The end of summer is again before us,
As summer’s last month rolls past us like an air conditioned bus.
Goodbye dear summer, you shared so much,
All of which we will cherish including placing pictures on the hutch.