September Poem by Charles Hancock

September always comes way to soon
Already missing the month of June
School buses roaming the rural routes
Children engaged in laughter and shouts

After a summer to remember
Time to start provisioning for December
Two pickup loads of firewood to split
Which was bought from old farmer Schmidt

The heavy clothing comes out of the attic
Autumn temperature changes can be dramatic
Watch the local high school football team
Chase an illusive state championship dream

The town puts on their annual fall fest
Feast on a corn dog, fried chicken breast,
Tater wedges, and a lemon shake-up
Then several refills of my red plastic cup

Farmers worried about their yield
As they run a combine in the field
I guess this month isn't so bad after all
Next month is World Series baseball!