September-The end of my writing vacation

As the summer season bids farewell
but temperatures stay high as hell
The poolside party turns mundane
Siestas like the south of Spain

Why slumber when you're young and free
And all that's yonder you can see.
With fresh eyes and ears,
Challenging and awakening,
Ideas gesticulating
Dogmas vanquishing

My thoughts,
a multitude of stories
and commentaries
each provocative
and eloquent
(in some way)
Will disappear
unless I record them
on paper

So I, enthusiastically,
write articles and poetry
for all the world to see
to listen and learn and grow
with me