End of Summer

A bit of nostalgia pulled this poem out of me:

Now the grass may recover;
Now the swings may rest.
Dormant rooms will reawaken,
And the buses will resume.

The world is turning us,
And leaving our merry frolic-time
To catch it’s breath.
But, Oh! It was fun while we were blithe.

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