Summer's Almost Gone

A few days ago on the last day of summer I woke up to Morison's words in my head, "Summer's almost gone...Where will we be when the summer's gone?" I looked out the window and knew where I would be; enjoying my brand new grass lawn. That's right, my landlord finally put down sod on the last day of summer. Winter may be comin' on but I have a lawn made of grass. No longer will I toil in the dirt and rock lawn that has been my only escape; now I lounge in the green flora God invented for man. The apartment kids are playing football on the grass as I type, too bad I am moving out in a week.