Summer's End Poem by Asher Proschansky

The summer was full of bustling crowds
Of Ferris Wheels and recreation park rides
Of Handball games and swimming races
Of Barbecues where we lingered over the fire
Of Day Camp and color wars
Of Arts and Crafts and so much more
But the best time was the week after the labor day races
When my friends and I had the beach to ourselves
And the beach still looked trampled on
And we played our own games and explored acqueduct trails
And we did not pass the deli but walked right in
And we confided in each other, and the summer's heat dimmed
And we learned that the other guy was not so tough
And we feared the day we would have to go back to school