Summer and Work, Work, Work

Shorter Summer Days

The summer passed me by

And I know the reason why –

Work, work, work.

 

The leaves quietly fall from

Our trees to the ground –

They are purple and dry.

 

The colors and smells tell me

I know – you should be be

Doing something besides –

Work, work, work.

 

A lawnmower and a child,

Both picking up leaves.

One for her mother the

Other for what Mother Nature has done.

 

The ladybugs are thick

Flying in the air-

Slowly finding a home on my

Home in the trees.

 

The dog has hardly time

To shed anymore, her coat

Will slowly thicken.

She will enjoy the outdoors, so do I.

 

The summer has passed me by

And the days are getting

Shorter.

Fall is in its first beautiful week.

Work, work, work.

 

Written September 27, 2001, by Me

 

 

 

Author: maganda84

Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Quilter, Reader, Music Lover, Dreamer, Entreprenuer

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