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The First Day Of School

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Holy crap yes, that day is finally here,

The brand new start to a whole new school year.

Lessons and meetings plus excuses galore,

Mind numbing students who stare at the floor.

You’ll do what we want, you’ll do what we say,

Put them in groups or pairs every day.

Higher level questioning on things they don’t get,

Forget those state tests, you don’t have to fret.

So enjoy these last moments, and then just jump in the fray,

Watch the stupidity but stay out of the way.

It’s no doubt you will live, It’s no doubt you will thrive,

Just keep your sanity and stay fully alive.

So as you sit there tomorrow, eyes covered in glaze,

Remember that summer is in 187 short days.

 

The End Of Summer

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The end of the summer, it’s just about here.

No more fun picnics or nights filled with beer.

The warmth of each day, green leaves on the trees,

The cooler nights coming, we’ll  certainly freeze.

But the worst thing we know, it happens each year,

The snow will be falling, it’s our biggest fear.

It will come from the sky, all fluffy and white,

All those great days, they went with a fight.

So we’ll sit in the house, still thinking of summer,

The snow, the snow, I say! It’s all such a bummer!

Piling so high, I hate each of those flakes,

Hexagonol structures, oddly shaped cakes.

So winter continues, we have no defense,

Before we all know it, a new day will commence. 

The Dreaded Call

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The call I’ve been dreading came in directly at ten.

I knew it was due, I just didn’t know when.

The number I saw, I knew it to well,

The sweat started to pour, I wanted to yell.

My mind started swimming, I couldn’t see straight,

Do I answer the call or should I just wait?

It rang and it rang and I just let it go,

The voice mail will take it, just go with the flow.

So I sat and I waited to hear that familiar low beep,

It’s going to tell me the message it did keep.

I picked up the cell and raised it to listen,

The sweat on my face continued to glisten.

My family they saw, the look on my face,

Did somebody die, was I in the wrong place?

The message then played and my worst fears came true.

It was the call to return, and that means we’re screwed.

So do what you can, and don’t waste your time,

You could just be sitting here, attempting to rhyme. 

The Cast Is Off!

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My repaired ankle on its way to recovery!

The cast is off and man that’s great!

It feels much better but can still bear no weight.

So the doctor says no walking or hiking, not for many days, 

The thought of this has me in a daze!

The scar it left though is really cool,

It tells the story of a hiking fool.

The tale it tells is simple and true,

Stay hydrated and sure footed and you won’t ever be blue!

 

Rhyming And Rhyming

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Rhyming and rhyming it’s what I can do,

Rhyming and rhyming the entire day through.

I’ll rhyme about this and I’ll rhyme about that,

I’ll even rhyme about my sweet little cat.

But rhyming about nothing is what I do best,

Even as I rhyme about each hiking quest.

So I’ll continue to rhyme, whether you like it or not,

And if you want to join me, please give it a shot!

The Zoo

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I live in a house that seems like a zoo,

A rabbit, a cat and a dog form the crew.

They all get along, it’s a strange sight to see,

The bunny and cat, they frolic with glee!

So, the two of them together, they find themselves frisky,

Should we let the dog play? Or is it just to damn risky?

We love you my friend, but you’re really to large,

To let you come play, being as big as a barge.

So that leaves him alone, our ninety pound Jase,

To join in the fun, to be part of the chase.

But when it’s all over and the day it is done,

They all love each other and all live as one!

My Poor Jeep…

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The storm it was brewin’ and the sky grew so dark,

The rain starting falling, is it time for the ark?

The wind was blowing and the thunder it roared,

The lightning cut through us, a steely edged sword.

As the storm started fading, we heard a strange crack,

We thought it was odd, were we under attack?

I looked out the window and what fell from the roof?

A massive tree limb, so fast it went poof.

But as that limb landed, to my frantic dismay,

I soon found out, that it would ruin my day.

For where did it land? Could it possibly be so?

Right on top of the jeep, and that really did blow.

It smashed through the sunroof and dented the side,

The whole stinking jeep had nowhere to hide.

So insurance was called, and a claim was so made,

I knew at that moment it should have stayed in the shade.

It’s Summertime!

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Teachers the night before the first day of school

The summer’s half gone as teachers lament,

The month of July was time very well spent.

Sitting around on a nice sandy beach,

Nirvana and bliss are well within reach.

But the days slowly pass and with ease they go by,

This shouldn’t end, they say with a sigh.

But time marches on, and September draws near,

The summer is ending, that much is clear.

So enjoy the long days and put out of your head,

The inevitable truth and that strange sense of dread.

Because that day it will come and soon we’ll return,

To lessons and meetings, and all that we yearn.

But even as nice as the summers may be,

It’s the kids we await because they hold the key!

 

 

Here I Sit

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Sitting and sitting is all that I do.

From the time I get up till quarter to two.

As I listen to music and read books on the past,

All I can think is “I gotta get out of this cast!

So my doctors they tell me that after 35 long days,

That my cast and I may finally part ways.

I hope that he’s right and what he says will come true,

Because if it doesn’t, I’ll really be blue.

But you my dear reader, do you really care?

Have you given a thought to my need of fresh air?

So now I’ll stop writing and continue to sit,

And you’ll stay where you are and not give a…

And The Winner Is…The Rocks!

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There once was a guy named Mike,

And boy did he like to hike.

Into the woods and onto the trail,

Walking and walking so he could tell a good tale.

Then came that morning, on a hot day in June,

When he strapped on the pack and it ended too soon.

The rain had come heavily, the whole night before,

It seemed that the rocks had to settle a score.

As he walked on those rocks, and he breathed in the air,

The hiking was good, and he had not a care.

Then all at once, he started to slide,

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

His foot then then got caught and he heard a strange snap,

Oh what had happened? Was it some kind of trap?

As he lay on the ground, the situation was grim,

He knew it was bad, his head started to swim.

One short week later, after the surgery was done,

It was obvious and true that the rocks, they had won.

Happy Hiking!!!