Some of my fondest memories include walking to elementary school with my friends, especially after the summer break when a new school year meant a new teacher and seeing classmates old and new.

September Memoirs

An Autumn Day near Summer's end;
the morning crisp and cool.
My friends and I, without a care,
meander off to school.

And as we near the glad playground
the scent of fresh-baked bread!
the sounds of children laughing!
the sunshine overhead!

Though many years have come and gone,
borne on a changing wind;
how fondly I remember
Autumn days near Summer's end.

Next poem: For Rick

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part III: Family and Friends