Summer's End by D. Bowden

All the leaves are falling round Drifting, piling on the ground. Red and gold and purple hues, Hiding any summer clues That are left from yesterday When all the children were at play, Cheering with voices merry Amongst the strong green willow trees. Days grow shorter, evenings cool, The children are all back in school. With their noses in their books, Out the windows stealing looks, Longing for those summer days And for endless, carefree ways. They have a long time to await Till winter winds and snows abate And springtime flowers bloom anew A new season starts for me, and you.

The Con Job by Charles Bukowski

the ground war began today at dawn in a desert land far from here. the U.S. ground troops were largely made up of Blacks, Mexicans and poor whites most of whom had joined the military because it was the only job they could find. the ground war began today at dawn in a desert land far from here and the Blacks, Mexicans and poor whites were sent there to fight and win as on tv and on the radio the fat white rich newscasters first told us all about it and then the fat rich white analysts told us why again and again and again on almost every tv and radio station almost every minute day and night because the Blacks, and Mexicans and poor whites were sent there to fight and win at dawn in a desert land far enough away from here. (I found this poem on http://stardust1954.blogspot.com/)Great Blog!