Summer Is Gone
Whether we like it or not
The weeds will all rot
In the cold we are caught
So now it is not very hot
The garden has to be brought
Carrots in the basement their lot
The dahlia tubers get out
Of the hard grout
And in the paper are bound
Kept all winter without a sound
And rake up the leaves
Nice to hear birds in the breeze
Are still singing so sweet
Then flicker sends out a screech
In cool still air hear sounds of the creek
The snow is still on the top peak
Making us to throw on our coat
And soon turn back to the door
Please do put on your hood
It’s great to have the firewood
For keeping us cozy warm
And away from the storm
In heaven there’s no winter
Also no firewood splinter
And no freezing cold hands
When digging the sands
Discomfort will not be known
Just relax on the evergreen lawn.