Anonymous
High School
August/September 2024
The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
Fall break is almost drawing near.
Books are closed, the work can wait,
Time to rest and celebrate.
Leaves that flutter, gold and red,
Whispers of calm fill the head.
For a moment, life slows down,
No deadlines, stress, or rushing 'round.
Let the breeze carry away
All the worries of the day.
Fall break beckons, come along,
To peace, to rest, where we belong.
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