SUMMER'S PAST

Everything seems so quiet now

School has driven kids off shore

English, Math and Science too

Summer's frolic sounds no more.

I walk along the sandy beach

Where loons still call out to their young

The robins soon will take their flight

Where birds migrate and blend in song.

I stand where Piatt's shore spreads out

Near Gene and Alan's golden sand

As memories past fly into view

The net is up with ball in hand.

I hear the voices rise in pitch

As teams are chosen for the fray

The tension mounts, excitement grows

Each time the volleyball's in play.

Before the third or fourth game starts

A rowdy dash into the Lake

Dispels the heat and cools the brow

Allowing others to partake.

The day soon ends against the sky

The Conference music calls to all

“Raise your voice in song!” is heard

With stirring message to recall.

But Fall has caught me unaware

The colored leaves all blend their hue

Retracing steps I've left behind

With memories past I think of you.

--B. Pent