By Josie Whitehead
The summer sun is fading fast;
The days are shortening now.
The fields of wheat have come and gone
And the farmer starts to plough.
The swallows gather one by one -
They know this time of year -
And the holidays with sea and sun,
Are sadly gone, I fear.
The leaves turn gold upon the trees
And then flutter to the ground,
And the little squirrel, hiding nuts,
Feels glad with all he's found.
The blackberries upon their bush,
Still ripen in the sun,
But as they blacken, sweet with juice,
They're taken, one by one.
It's back to school for girls and boys,
With many things to learn.
We know that schooldays quickly pass
And summer will return.
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