The breath of August exhales in restful rhythm;
Seeking shade in mid afternoon
Inhaling in contentment
Drowsily now beneath
Wide brimmed hats
Eyes shielded by sunglasses
Oh the last hurrah of summer now;
Waving goodbye to carefree days
Blows a kiss now
To yesterday.
Nancy Ellen Crossland
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