The Sunny Months

Poets write of May and June,
But seldom mention warm July,
And August is neglected too
Is this because few words will rhyme?

July and August spell out summer
When children play upon the sand,
Away from lessons ~ life is joyful,
Free from teacher's binding hand.

September is a lovely month
Leaves take flight along the lane.
Summer's over, back to lessons
School friends smiling once again.