by George Hancock
On a Dark Run Hello darkness my old friend My dawn daylight does end Every year it’s the same thing Quiet dark without bird song. Thankfully, it’s not at once I’m not a running dunce Every day the light shrinks Runners realize this stinks. Steadily we’re on a dark run Lacking the delicious dawn sun This is our morning road view Shrinking daylight right on cue. We carry a handy road light It’s rechargeable offering sight While alerting motorists to us Thus preventing any road fuss. Daylight will return one day When spring nears our way Darkness we must deal with States this road wordsmith. August 2022 Monday begins our August run For me, without the dawn sun It’s dark again, yet I run on Morning runs need no coupon. We have 31 days of summer fun Well, for students summer’s done Many students are back in school As August temps make us drool. Our early morns are still warm Allowing critters to swarm Across the late summer ground Before autumn comes around. Late August gives us a peek At glorious colors many seek Autumn colors appear in spots Lower where the sun never trots. August is summer’s last hurrah Mother Nature will soon draw A magnificent seasonal scene Across summer’s lavish green. School’s In The academic year begins soon We hear the “school’s in” tune Players are out on the fields Practicing for future fall yields. Traffic increases at the schools And decreases at the local pools The local university is ready to go As the crews continue to mow. This route is no longer a quiet spot As I trot across a busy parking lot It’s August, and there’s more to do As many bid summer a fond adieu. Buses and those many school vans Pass by me in huge long caravans They’re ready for the school year Hauling students they hold dear. Late summer days continue on As this runner gazes upon Organized chaos in motion Smiling at the commotion.
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