Personal Poetry

The End of Summer [A Poem]

Boy Scouts - Gettysburg

The end of summer you’ve come so fast
You’re just never long enough; you just never last

Tomorrow will bring a new season to us
And some will be happy and some will fuss

But I’m a believer that change is for the best
That we need the fall, and we need some rest

From the heat of your sun, and the shade we have sought
For a new set of troubles, in the rain you have fought

We’ll see God’s creation as it changes and goes
From the green of the summer, to the fall color shows

With it’s new cloudy days and the cool in the air
We’ll forget you summer, without even a care

And when we think that we’re happy you’re gone
Please return quickly, so we can play on the lawn

– “The End of Summer” by Shay Thomason


Where I’ve Never Lived

Can I Come?
Oh Seattle, you seem so fitting
Oh Seattle, “The Emerald City”
The place where I should be today
Over water and under rain

Oh Seattle, home to some
Oh Seattle, can I come?
To hear your people as they sing
To see something I’ve never seen

I miss the sky, I miss the days
I simply miss the way it rains
Those clouds, they just don’t bother me
And how I just want some real coffee

California is nice, I know
It has always been my true home
But Oh Seattle, here I sit
Waiting to return, just to take a sip