Aboard now, we’re back on the fly.
Bid summer vacation goodbye.
As children board buses with books,
And roommates exchange
leery looks,
The whip snaps, but something’s awry.
Our favorite month
in the morn
Still leaves us bereft and forlorn.
The horses are hitched. We’re resolved
To goals that have not yet evolved.
We’re back on the wagon, but torn.
Thus, loaded, we urge on the pair,
As menacing
deadlines ensnare.
And rampant run worries,
alas!
The ropes, they unravel
too fast.
We’re never with nary a care.
But fall holds its promise again.
Thus, autumn brings boldness to men.
While leaves sport the colors of earth,
We labor for all that we’re worth
And echo the lusty amen.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem
incorporates these blog prompts:
Curious
as a Cat – favorite month
Meme
Express – books
Three Word
Wednesday – menacing, rampant, unravel
One-MinuteWriter - roommate
Sepia
Saturday – wagon photo
Theme
Thursday - pair
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Image/s:
Walsh’s Royal Mail and Day Car
1885
Flicker Commons
Public Domain
