I'm Her Biggest Fan

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This is from my talented and beautiful Anna, who, in her eleven years has managed to become an accomplished dancer, writer, reader, video game expert, fashion icon, and now... poet.

So, with no further ado-- and with her full permission-- I give you:


Summer's End

Summer's end has come so soon,

The bees are gone, the flowers swoon.

The snow will fall and kids will play,

Out in the cold on a pale, white day.

The leaves are gone, the trees are bare,

The sun is dull, the moon will flare.

The stars shine bright, up high in space,

The cold is overwhelming, in every place.

We miss the summer:

The wide blue sky,

With colors all over,

And birds flying high.

When the sun hits our cheeks, and green's all around,

With soft fertile soil, and a rich flowing ground.

But now that winter's come again,

We realize that it's summer's end.

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