It's back to school when Summer wanes.
Now teachers soon will test the brains
of students in their classroom walls,
while culture plays out in the halls
where boys and girls may mix and mingle
as adolescent juices tingle
while dressed in new-bought fashion clothes,
adorned to please from head to toes.
But who knows what the future brings?
As fickled fate sets snares and slings.
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Author Notes
This is my Grandson, Jeremy, who is now 10. The picture was taken by his mother on her cell phone in September, as he ended the summer by heading of to his first day in the fifth grade. What a handsome, debonair fellow. I'm sure he'll have all the girls chasing him. Anyway, he inspired this poem.
This is a 10 Line Ryming poem of 5 simple rhyming couplets done in iambic tetrameter. It contained a couple a femanine lines (9 syllables).
My daughter, Aisha took this shot. I am grateful for its use.
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