summers gone
Summer is past
it whent by so fast
nothing but memories
birds in trees
children singing
little girls dancing
are left of the summertime
it was magic, and oh so sublime.
But there is more
for me in store
in summers
in winters
in days to come
both races and events to run.
Like the leaves that fall
I have it all
from my tree i will decend
this is a begining not an end.