Summers End

• Artist: Miss Amelia Pond
• Description: The first entry in my series called "Tales of Nowhere".
  This poem was composed on the bike to school, as I pedaled along a paved-over railroad with nothing but a plowed field on one side and grain stubble to the other, as far as I could see. The calmness is meant to be apparent, as is a slight dreariness. I chose free verse as opposed to my usual, more structured, style to attempt to emulate the slow rise and fall of the land.
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• Date: 09/03/2008
• Tags: summersend norway talesofnowhere morning

There's a look to the ground,
Brown fields plowed under,
As tall green grass waves
In the ever-changing breeze.
The sky is heavy,
And train's whistle rolls
Like thunder across the clouds.
City buses rattle
Down bumpy gravel roads,
Out of place
Among fields of golden grain.
The children sigh,
For the lost days of summer;
Say goodbye,
To the days we see the sun.
Green and brown,
Gold and red,
Rush by the windows,
As we rush by the colors,
The lonely days of freedom.
For it's to pencils and paper,
The months of darkness,
When again comes sun?
Gravel roads turn to stone,
And stone turns to pavement,
As fields turn to houses,
Tightly packed.
Say good morning.
And say goodbye.