Although it’s good to see the school year end
And summer’s leisure beckoning ahead
Where my creative ventures may extend
Bending to where the Muse would have me led,
It’s also good to get back in my traces
When in September a new term begins,
Confronting three new classes of fresh faces,
Some with anxiety and some with grins.
For every term a new adventure starts,
Each course exploring blossoming new fields
Appealing to not only heads but hearts
And at the best, enlightening wisdom yields.
But for the nonce, my aim is to enjoy
Composing verse—and this is my envoy.