When I was in school, I hated poetry.  That is, until my eighth grade (that was about 1970) English teacher, Miss Insinnia*, pointed out that the lyrics to popular songs are actually poems.  Since then, I've been paying attention to the words, if I can hear them.

This morning I stepped out of my front door and felt the cold air.  August is almost over, it's the 30th.  My daughter, Caitlin, goes off to college again this morning.  We've had a really good summer (2005), running together.  It's been so nice having her with us.

April Come She Will

Paul Simon, 1965, from The Sounds of Silence, released 1966, and The Graduate (Soundtrack), released 1968

April come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune.
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September I'll remember:
A love once new has now grown old.

* I heard that Miss Insinnia (my 8th grade English teacher in 1970-1971) kept teaching at Columbia Junior High School for another 32 years, finally retiring in 2003.  If she taught 5 English classes every year with 30 kids in each class, then that's nearly 5000 kids who had a really great teacher!