Weary sentinel
Stands amid Autumn color
Regarding the north
Less with some trepidation
But with blue-gray steel resolve.
Weary sentinel
Stands amid Autumn color
Regarding the north
Less with some trepidation
But with blue-gray steel resolve.
Upon sun-warmed stone
Wind and water meet as one
Before autumn’s flown
Giant man baby
Promises temper tantrum
If no lollipop
These foggy mornings
Conjure ghostly images
Specters in our midst
Purple flowers verge
Newly planted apple grove
Virginia Autumn
It is often true
Seventh grade is rarely fun.
Hormones run amok!
Feeling like a mindless hun.
What’s a guy to do
Lest his teacher, by good luck,
Deftly makes the learning fun?