Classical Jazz '05



The Death of Summer

Autumn is here and my heart fills with glee

With anticipation for basking in

The cold sun under a fiery tree.


I relish the crisp smell of fall’s sharp air

And todd away the glasses and hat to

Stare down the sun’s weak attempt at a glare.


I revel in leave constantly falling

While again I dance with my mike/rake

Even though to sing is not my calling.


I now rejoice in not having to mow

As I sit in fall’s ever cropped grass and

Thank the heavens for preparing to snow.


And though being shut in school is a bummer,

I still refuse to shed a single tear

As I celebrate the death of summer.


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Artist: Aubrey Morgan
School: North Allegheny
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