Summer is over

This is the end

The ring-necked plover

Is back in his bed

The lake is still warm

The water yet inviting

But it’s not good form

And it’s no help citing

The gorgeous shore’s charm

When I should be writing

It does no good whining

It can make you berserk

I should learn better rhyming

And get back to work

So Long, Up North!

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