[Remember … if you can … the last day of school. The bell rang, amd summer stretched before you ad infinitum. It was a glorious feeling of freedom, now eroded by the passing years.
When first the bell rings
the season stretches from here
to the end of time.
But August arrives
and we know it has come down
to a precious few.
A tip of the hat to Haiku Larry, our Silverback poet (one of several esteemed poets in The Jungle). SB SM]
Kick it off with Billy Stewart:
Can’t miss with Norah Jones:
Then, there’s the real deal (not my favorite, however):
Here’s Willie’s take:
And one for all you white people:
And finally, the definitive: