Durring late September
People start to see
The leaves turn
To brilliant purples and blues
The sun start to go to sleep
And the wind starts to chill
And the Childeren carelessy build
Leaf piles just to jump in
The older Kids head off to school
Envying their younger siblings
Yet can't wait to see
School Friends again
So any way you look at it,
September is the begginning of the end
But also the end of the begginning.
A contest entry
- late September by Namita.
300 points, ended June 8, 2008, 18 entries
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