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Getting back to school
Bedtimes come quickly
Lunches are packed
New clothes are prickly
The buses come back
The summer was fun
Three months just flew
Now is the time
To get back to school
Teachers will welcome
School bells will ring
Kids pack the class rooms
All back in the swing
The same thing happens
Year after year
Kids making memories
Someday they’ll hold dear
August Whispers September
August evening breeze
Whispering September’s chill
Summers always end
Of Pine Cones and Pickles
New pine cones growing
Look like kosher dill pickles
No, they don’t taste good
Limerick for a Big Birthday
There was a guy turning fifty
He thought half a century seemed nifty
In his mind he’s still young
Full of mischief and fun
But his aging body is iffy.
Shooting Stars, Shooting Lights
I need a dark sky
Perseid meteor time
Shoot out the street lights
Water Balloon Battle
Water balloon fight
Parents and kids launching lobs
H2O missiles
Moving Bricks
Celtic Fest set up
We carried bricks all over
Just like the old days
Disconnected, Connecting
Storms knock out Uverse
Internet disconnected
Let’s go play catch, boys.
Swift Storm
Unstable summer air
August winds roll in rain storms
Pass by lightning quick