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September 21

September 21 the last
Day of Summer
Today it is already the first day of
Fall
Today I woke up
At 6:30
It was dark outside
It looked like midnight
And the trees are
Starting to change its color
To golden yellow
Some trees are already losing their leaves
Monday the kids are getting up
To go to
And they complain that they are tired
When they wake up
Yes during the weekend they can sleep in
There parents don't mind that
Monday they need to wake up early
Get dress and eat some breakfast
Take their back packs
On their back
And wait on there bus stop
When the TTC arrive they will
Pay there fare with presto
Then they will find a place to sit
On the bus
At 8:45 they arrive in the school
The bell ring at 9:00 PM
They must attend class at that time

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The is my newest poem That talks about The end of Summer

Style/Type: Free verse

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About the Author

Country/Region: Ontario

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda, Patrick Friesen, Michael ondatje

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neopoet

neopoet

7 months ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem presents a straightforward narrative about the transition from summer to fall, focusing on the routines of children returning to school. The structure is fragmented, with frequent line breaks that create a sense of pause and observation, mirroring the gradual shift in seasons and daily habits.

There are several areas where clarity and precision could be improved. The poem shifts between the speaker's observations and the children's experiences without clear transitions, which can create confusion about perspective. For example, the lines "Monday the kids are getting up / To go to / And they complain that they are tired" lack a clear object for "to go to," which interrupts the narrative flow. Similarly, the use of "there" instead of "their" in several places ("There parents," "there bus stop," "there fare") detracts from the poem's readability and may distract readers from the content.

The poem employs repetition of mundane details ("Get dress and eat some breakfast / Take their back packs / On their back") to evoke the monotony and ritual of school mornings. This technique could be more effective if the language were more precise and if the imagery were developed further to capture the emotional or sensory aspects of these routines.

The mention of the bell ringing at "9:00 PM" appears to be an error, as it is inconsistent with the earlier timeline and context. Attention to such details would help maintain the poem's coherence.

The poem's strength lies in its attempt to capture a specific moment of transition, both seasonal and personal. However, more attention to language, imagery, and narrative clarity would enhance its impact and invite deeper engagement from readers.

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Geezer

Geezer

6 months 4 weeks ago

Your title...

is good; it tells the season. Your language use could use a little sprucing up. Endings for some words and an obvious mistake in usage of [There], make for some distractions. Endings on some words make the time and sequence of the poem; be more careful of the time. The rhythm and pattern are somewhat of a conversational tone and speaks to the reader as though a companion. The theme speaks to weary parents that have weathered the summer and now remember the school-year is no less hectic, and the children go from "I'm bored, there's nothing to do, to "I don't want to get up and go to school!" 
The ending is predicable and doesn't seem like it is part of the poem, but was just somewhere for the kids to go, as long as they were up and waiting for the bus.  
There was logic, but it bordered on boredom, and lead to a flat ending.
~ Geezer.
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