AugustA Poem by Bill MacEachernNature, seasons
AUGUST
The brakes of summer Slowly get pumped August is here Tomatoes are plump Schools ‘round the corner Autumn near by August is here Season’s collide Gardens grow fruitful Leaves look luscious Soon they’ll be painted With natures brush’s A paradise for picnics Beach goers too Air’s not so humid Or sticky like glue August is here Relax and enjoy Soon we’ll eat turkey Then kid’s get their toys Bill MacEachern August 11, 2023 © 2023 Bill MacEachern |
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