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- Winnebago County sheriff names chief deputy
- URGENT: Four votes and we could lose on Keystone
- Guest Column: Housing Authority CEO: Time to unify behind quality living
- Rockford police investigate 17th Street murder
- Clean water under attack in the U.S. Congress
- Man faces charges following attempted armed robbery
- Discovery Center experiences record public attendance
- Pet Talk: Probiotics for your pets
- Illinois home prices climb 3.7 percent in December
Literary Hook: Poem focused on lamenting the end of summer
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Here is a sonnet lamenting the end of summer. Summer is my favorite season.
O Summer, how I hate to see you go.
Cicadas, crickets shake their tambourines.
Houdini fireflies, hummingbird show.
Indigo twilight, shadow on green beans.
Gold finch pick seeds from prairie cone flowers.
Wild turkeys, wobbly chicks a-trundle.
Azure skies sparkling. Night’s greening showers.
Lavender stalks drying in a bundle.
O Summer, do you really have to end?
Goodbye to golden skin and endless day.
Hello to autumn lurking ’round the bend.
Farewell swimming in the sun, glorious play.
Your memory in winter brings us cheer.
It’s good to know you resurrect each year.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
From the Aug. 20-26, 2014, issue