- Rauner to Smiddy: No debate for you
- State Roundup: Moody’s: Regardless of reform, Chicago pension will grow for years
- State Roundup: State could see up to $500 million in unexpected revenue for current FY
- Tax revenues up, Rauner to restore $26 million ‘Good Friday’ cuts
- First Friday Lineup: May 1
- State Roundup: Former governor Walker passes away
- Mayors decry local funding cut proposal, say expect cuts to services
- Senate rejects bill to ban smoking in cars with children present
- Mayors warn of critical cuts if funds are reduced
- Rebuilding Rockford
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