Saturday, April 30, 2016


                   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.