The Last Days of Summer

The sun hangs low on our old porch rail
Days grow short yet skies don't pale
Grass still whispers tales of green
Tow-headed toddlers now unseen

Laughter echoes through the creaky gate
Memories cling though time won't wait
Tiny footprints in the dust
Fading moments we all trust

Oh! The days when shadows ran
Tiny hands and dreams so grand
Summer's end, we bid adieu
The old house whispers "I’ll remember you.”

Packing boxes, hearts heavy-laden
Touched by wind memories unbraided
Blue skies we leave behind
But in our hearts they’re enshrined

Life moves on, it does not tarry
Scenes of youth forever harried
Cavorting days now part of lore
Splinters of joy we implore

Through open windows shadows cast
Echoes of those days come fast
Whispering winds on hidden trails
Time's an anchor that never fails

Oh! The days when shadows ran
Tiny hands and dreams so grand
Summer's end, we bid adieu
The old house whispers "I’ll remember you.”


Concept: Stephen Cowdery
Story: https://flippistarchives.blogspot.com/2006/11/moving-out.html
Music: Suno