When I stepped outside this morning to walk my dog, the first thing that struck me was the pink-tinged clouds and the relatively cool air.
The second thing that struck me was that it was now August, August 2 to be exact, and my mornings like this were numbered.
With these thoughts and the rhythm of my steps as inspiration, I pounded out this poem. And yes, I meant to leave off the apostrophe in the title.
Teachers Lament
August, where’d you come from?
The summer’s just begun.
The ocean waves me onward,
My reading’s yet undone.
My dresser still is piled
With books and papers high.
My cluttered closet stuffed
With sizes well gone by.
My winter belly bulges
From food both fast and fat.
The diet plan’s just started.
Oh, August, you’re a rat.
Time stretched long and lazy
Way back, just yesterday.
Now summer’s almost over.
Come back, my old friend May!
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