Let’s say goodbye to summer’s days
With all her happy carefree ways
It’s sunny nature, flimsy clothes
A boater’s call of “thar she blows”,
A picnic lunch upon the beach
And no place left the sand can’t reach !
Well times do show and pass away
As we wake to another day
And realise that summer’s gone
While fall’s been left to carry on
But wait, there must be more to see
For time does reach eternity !
Claire V. Bogdanos 