Geraldine K. Orner
At Summer's Close - Poem by Geraldine K. Orner
Summer sun fading, the air turning cool - September returns us to a new year of school. Each freshman anxious to journey his new path, As sophomores try helplessly to conquer good, old math. Juniors, "upperclassmen" now, are happy and content - Seniors start recalling how their high school days were spent. Teacher's tasks resuming - new tests are now prepared - No matter how often taken, the results are always feared! Throughout the world familiar bells resound - Throughout the year, new treasures of knowledge, found. Of course, a stuffy classroom's little comparison to a pool - But deep inside, we're really happy to be back in school!
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