They’re packing up
They’re going home
From where the deer
And buffalo roam
Sounds of splashing
Are replaced
Slow and easy
Now fast paced
Lounging, swimming
Color war
Sadly over
Here no more
Bats, balls, sticks
Are put away
Machzorim, Selichos
In their stay
No Grand Sing
No Grand Cheer
Sounds of mussar
Elul’s here
No more jumping
On the benches
Tefillos now
Deep in the trenches
No more shouting
“Who shall win”
The real battle
Does begin
Road trips now
Are a dead end
Prepare for tefillos
Start to ascend
Ladies shmoozing
By the pool
Scurrying
Prepare for school
Bathing suits
All packed and dry
Thoughts turn to the
School supply
Piled high
On the car rack
We left what we
Could just not pack
The memories
We’ll try to bring
The games we play
The songs we sing
How fast it happens
Quick it goes
Where it went
Just no one knows
But what was once
A month of bliss
We realize soon
What we did miss
In those weeks
That flew by fast
What did we do
In the time passed
And focus now
On what shall last
The weary bones
We hope renewed
A fresh and upbeat
Attitude
A calm and hopeful
Elul mood
Refreshed, we hope
With vigor, vim
To face the awe-filled
Yom Hadin