william sawyers

Rookie (2/12/63 / Walnut Creek, Ca)

The End Of School - Poem by william sawyers

The end of school is almost near,
But don’t you fear,
Summer is near.
It’s time to play and be on your way;
The school year has been fun,
And it’s time to relax under the sun.
The months June, July, and August are long,
And most of the staff will be gone.
Summer school is on its way,
And the days will get longer for some.
So pull out the tents, cots, and the barbecues;
Every person goes by a different tune.
So when you come back to school,
Your classes will look like new.
From the custodian

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2009

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