The Long Last Summers Past

The Long Last Summer’s Past
By David J Walker

The shrilled ring of the
School bell
Was the first call of
The last days of another  
departed summer

The boys laced on new
Tennis shoes
The girls tried on 
New dresses

The sleepy heads of those
Who could not sleep , who could not 
Keep their eyes closed in 
Anticipation of the first day of classes 

The farm like crop-rows of kids
In school yards 
Forming lines of covens of
Familiar faces

It was all a tradition of
The next Fall 
And the comfort of 
A needed belonging 
And now, 
So far away from that place
In a distant time
And space 
There is a longing

To again line up by class
And nervously giggle
In the voices of children 

Singing the anthem  
Pledging allegiance
Proclaiming AMEN to
A prayer 
That begins another 
Day of learning

The yesterdays of 
Schoolboys and schoolgirls
And daydreams of
Natural yearnings 

Of the long last 
Summers past
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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