CNSTRCTN Vol. XIV, #4, Oh, the Pain of It!

Memories, like birds, fleeting.  They must be grasped and held in heart's hands.

                                         An Ode to the Fall of Summer

Oh, the bitter fall of summer,It comes, alas, too soon.

                             

                                                                                                           

The students come so slowly,
       And moan to friends so missed;
              their gait, now slowed and stumbling
                      A longer summer kissed...
                                                                 goodbye.

And so goodbye to summer
         In the waning of the moon.
            .             
                                             
                    They think not much of studies,
                            Consider not the boon.

                                          

Ah, youth so soon, so fleeting,
        So, oh what can we say?
                They'll labor on for months now
                        And think that that's the pay.
                                                                   
                        

                            But youth knows not the benefits
                                    Of learned labor's boon.
                                             The teachers know that in the end,
                                                      The students sing a happier tune!!!!!!!

And so they do, and often in between.  The beginning of the day was just as you saw it above, and the adults agreed!
Next week will bring the places and things the girls saw on their first day.  Stay tuned!