
The month of August is aptly named
‘Tis glorious and grand
Offers mood and febricity
That stirs frolics cross the land
Our summers are a precious thing
In a city so far up north
No taking for granted, their transience-ness
We are able to recognize worth
Melt in the heat and freeze in the snow
We live in a state of extremes
In August we reach a prairie nirvana
It’s the polis we see in our dreams
We all come alive and revel in play
There’s reason we’re Festival City
There’s frenzy in how much we try to get done
Yet us hardy folk need not your pity
This season is fleeting so we luxuriate
We know what is waiting in store
We waste not our time lamenting our fate
Talking weather with us is a bore
So August burns off like a firework blazing
The nights have a chill unmistaken
But when you’ve delighted in summer’s repast
Its ending leaves no one forsaken
I’d rather live here and be sturdy and stout
In August we bathe in and wallow
Fall’s on its way and we welcome it gladly
Though our summer’s a hard act to follow!
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