On that cool morning
Near the end of July,
While tending tomatoes
And picking squash,
I sensed in the light
The approach of the Autumn.

And it was early January,
Walking before the dawn
In the bitter cold darkness,
When I saw through the haze
In the southern sky,
The first stars of the Spring.

And working last night
At the high school dance,
I remembered more clearly
The names of their parents
Whom I had loved and
Served in the Eighties.

01/14/2006

Author's Note: Eighteen years of Student Council

Posted on 01/14/2006
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