September is a month of new beginnings,
New classrooms, new clothes, new school year,
New teachers, new friends, new weather!
Summer sweeps us away to adventures or boredom,
Time for watching the cows graze and planting a garden.
September jumps up and calls us to move on,
To open our minds, let the wind style our hair.
Of course, I'm a September baby, and probably a little
More than partial to the sweet call of September.
You have a wonderful way of putting things, like "let the wind style our hair"...love that! Your picture goes perfectly with this poem.
~Z.B.McClure Merry Christ mas!
Just kidding. September takes you back, doesn't it? Swear
I can smell notebook paper and "two number 2 pencils." A distant bonfire tantalizes and leaves begin to crunch underfoot. New school shoes? Always feel mixed emotions. Went back to school so many times (as an adult, I mean), that not going feels like playing hooky.
Glad to be out, but not, right? Leaves are dying, and that is sad. But think of the new life they generate!
Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane. I had a blast!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
ALL MONTH !!!
xOx Phyllis xOx
Thanks for this wonderful poem highlighting September, that month when we all get back to the busy schedules and busy lives.
It is indeed a time for reflection as well.
The line:To open our minds,let the wind style our hair,is a real good one.
Continued success~
Barbara Henry
Lovely, xx Ch'erie
thank you for these reminding words...so perfect...and especially if they get you twose to reno
Be always safe,
Karen
Happy September!
Paul
Regis
Cheers,
Dan
lovely, breezy poetry, so delightful to read.
Blessings,
Christine