Thursday, Mar 28, 2024

The Transition

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

 

 

 

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