Wave Goodbye to summer.
It did not wait …
… to join …
… the feast.
Now the rain rules, …
… and the empire of the sun …
… is just a fading memory.
It is time to move …
… the barrels …
… and all …
… follow the keg; …
… some more cosy …
… than others.
The troops …
… are marching …
… to the sound …
… of drums, …
… and the court …
… follows …
… in its wake.
The old guard …
… is ready …
… for the lady’s call.
And the drops …
… keep falling …
… on the big parade, …
… but the Brave keep going …
… even when it’s tough.
