Good Ole College Try

Another summer song has come and gone; my tan lines are fading fast When I walked the dogs this morn I could have sworn, there was frost upon the grass. The farmer’s field is starting to yield pumpkins big and round, Golden leaves from the nearby trees are falling to the ground. I sit on the porch facing north watching school buses drive on past, I can hardly remember a distant September when they stopped at our house last. The tire swing is a forgotten thing hanging from the front yard tree, But that’s okay because soon someday grandchildren will swing on it with me. I can tell by the coffee smell my wife has come downstairs There’s no fear she will join me out here due to the crispness in the air. I gather the dogs and a couple of logs to put a fire on inside From the fireplace I can see her face and the coquettish smile she tries to hide. We finish up with the coffee cups with no plans for the coming day The house turns cool as the fire loses its fuel and she puts the breakfast dishes away. “I’m going back to bed”, she coyly said, with a twinkle in her eye. I am an old man, but I still can give it the good ole college try.