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
