Monday, August 15, 2011
That first day of school!
Enveloped in a certain sultry haze
A pungent ripeness fills the air
I’ve got that old end-of-summer sad feeling
As my wife goes off to teach today:
It’s the first day of the new school year.
It takes me back in time
To a vivid image I have of my son:
Dressed and ready to start first grade,
Waiting anxiously, pencil box in hand,
One hour before the school bus was due.
And farther back yet to when I was a boy:
Dreading the end of summer vacation,
Haunted by the obnoxious back-to-school refrain
Played nonstop by our first clothing store chain
Penetrating my denial like a dentist’s drill:
“It’s back to Robert Hall Again.”