The End of August

As August approaches its end It’s harder for us to pretend That the summer’s still here For it seems pretty clear That to autumn our thoughts do transcend. All the stores and the sites advertise Sales on clothes and, of course, school supplies. Camps have shuttered their bunks, Swimmers had their last dunks And the sun takes much longer to rise. Those who can may enjoy one last week When routines aren’t set, so to speak But when Labor Day hits Summer’s calling it quits Leaving those not prepared up the creek.