Lesson Learned Poem by Bryan Taplits

This Summer-Time, my future plan
I dote on it today,
A pioneered and vast new land
And where I choose to play.
School is out, the bell has rung,
My ears hear schoolyard shouts
"I'm free, I'm free! " burbles schoolyard glee-
The clangs mean school is out.

When school last start-
She found my heart-
An elementary yen,
To her I turned-a lesson learned-"a horse before her cart"!
But now summer days so slow and dull-a long count to ten.
So nights I dream and spin your web which
I eagerly attend.
But recently my muse who once sublime
Has dissolved in summer's wind,
So now I wait for school's return
Again to gaze, and sigh and learn.
I miss mysteriously not only her but what she brought to me
For she passed to me-so earnestly- rearing new sensibilities.
But then the summer coughed, my heart got cold-
And I could not retrieve for what I longed,
She began to be a lyric lost from a verdant strain of a once most savored song
No longer can I wait -it's getting late- for cupid to thrust his dart
Thank God! It's getting Fall-Withal:
School bells to peal-and start!