Late August - From a Neighborhood Child
LATE AUGUST
It’s late August with Labor Day on my mind
Something sharp and indistinct is in the air
I sense it all along my prickled skin
My forehead in my hair
Kids would seem to play more frantically as though to say
“All is quit right after Labor Day.”
Denver always has a big parade
It’s really not for us
Men have traded guns for overalls
Tanks and silver helmets for baker’s builder’s trucks
The bands are poor and few plain-shoed players not too fine
The working men keep tipping hats walk in staggered lines
One good thing late August brings
A smell of football’s in the air
A roll on churchyard grass –
You’re tackled miss a pass
There are a few good things late August brings
To soften thoughts of school opening
BUT
Mother’s busy with needle and thread
A trip downtown
To Gano Downs
The dread “Back to School Sale”
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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