The summer passed me by
And I know the reason why –
Work, work, work.
The leaves quietly fall from
Our trees to the ground –
They are purple and dry.
The colors and smells tell me
I know – you should be be
Doing something besides –
Work, work, work.
A lawnmower and a child,
Both picking up leaves.
One for her mother the
Other for what Mother Nature has done.
The ladybugs are thick
Flying in the air-
Slowly finding a home on my
Home in the trees.
The dog has hardly time
To shed anymore, her coat
Will slowly thicken.
She will enjoy the outdoors, so do I.
The summer has passed me by
And the days are getting
Shorter.
Fall is in its first beautiful week.
Work, work, work.
Written September 27, 2001, by Me