It’s a Cruel, Cruel Summer

Here’s a song that pretty much summarizes our feelings about summer. Execpt where it says “dry” – because it’s really humid here!

Cruel Summer
by Bananarama

Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying (What did they say?)
Things I can’t understand
It’s too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand

It’s a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel), cruel summer
Now you’re gone

The city is crowded, my friends are away and I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle, so I got to get up and go

It’s a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel), cruel summer
Now you’re gone

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Perfect Poem for Fall

Sonnet 73

by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west;

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the deathbed whereon it must expire,

Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

mayst = may

see’st = see

fadeth – fades

doth = does

whereon = on which

perceive’st – perceive / see

thy = your

thou = you

ere = before

Sonnet 73

by William Shakespeare















Soneto 73

by William Shakespeare 

En mí puedes ver esa estación del año

en que hojas amarillas —pocas, o ninguna—

cuelgan de las ramas que tiemblan contra el viento,

desnudos coros en ruinas donde, al atardecer, los pajaros cantaban.

En mí ves la penumbra de ese día

que después del ocaso se hace tenue 

en el oeste. La noche, esa otra muerte, 

se la lleva poco a poco y sella todo en su silencio. 

En mí ves el brillo de aquel fuego

que descansa en las cenizas de su juventud

como en el lecho donde deberá expirar

consumido por aquello que alguna vez lo alimentaba.

De todo esto te das cuenta. Tu amor se hace más fuerte

para amar tiernamente lo que habrás de dejar aquí por siempre.

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All About Fall

Fall, also called autumn, is the months September, October, and November.


In the fall, the leaves change color and fall off the trees.

In the fall, people rake leaves.

In the fall, the weather gets cooler.

Fall comes after summer and before winter.

Halloween is in the fall.

Thanksgiving is in the fall.

A man named Vivaldi wrote a piece of music called “The Four Seasons.” Here’s the autumn part:

Think you know all about fall? Take the quiz to test your knowledge:


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