August was a heavy month-NaPoWriMo Day 4

They tear down every year

Colored rides and sideshow games

Days have grown shorter and I know

The time of fun will finally end.

School books ready

Just not ready for shoes and slacks

Swimming time over as the sun sets soon

Padlock on gates

And back to the routine.

Longing to stay free

Riding from morning to night

Sleep overs and escape to friends,

Feeling those prison gates close

Sitting below tight wooden desks,

Pencils poised and the clock that never ends

To bring release.

Languid hot days we lie out on lawns

As the last firework fades

And the lightning bugs fly away

August was a heavy month

In my tired memory.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt for today was pick a month you found as cruel….I remember always being melancholy as the county fair wound down to a close….time to return to the drudgery of school…..now that was cruel……
August was a heavy month lyrics

I’ll take another photograph

Before the old one fades

It reminds me of those things that past

And quickly passed away

But it comes on in the early night

Creeping up on you

Those scenes of devastation

Crushing down on cue

These days are growing colder now

The light is growing dim

August was a heavy month

And now the nights are drawing in

Poor Baby Blue’s wrapped up again

Inside her final pain

I’d help her if I could I say

She puts us all to shame

Alright, alright I know I’ve got a lot

Left to answer for

But am I the only one to blame

And anyway who’s keeping score

But the grass seems so much brighter now

She’s spilled her blood again

August was a heavy month

Wash it down September rain
Baby Blue picks up her life tonight

And rushes for the Chelsea train

All the stars shine down on her tonight

And August was a heavy month
The photograph is cracked and torn

From being picked up, put down

Like some holy relic

Whose worshippers are found

Searching through their sacred books

For the holy grail of “why”

But the total sum of knowledge

Knows no more than you or I

Alright, alright says Baby Blue

Who doesn’t really understand

August was a heavy month

But winter came at last.
*written by Bob Geldof

*taken from the album “Deep In the Heart of Knowhere”

NaPoWriMo-Day 3-Return to Sender

August 30, 1997

Dear Princess Diana,

I am writing this letter to you for a school project about heroes. 

I am ten years old and I picked you because I saw the pictures on the news where you were hugging children who were sick. Mama said it takes a special kind of person to love the diseased kids who were going to die unloved and that you were special.

I want to be you when I grow up. I want to be a doctor and go to one of those countries far away and to help hug and save them.

You are pretty too. I don’t think I will ever be as pretty as you but I practice smiling just like you and when I grow up and get married I want to wear a princess crown like you have.

My name is Diana too and my mom said she picked it because it was a pretty name. I never liked it but when I saw you, I knew that I wouldn’t want another name. 

I just want to say thank you and to let you know that you’re my hero. Hug a sick baby or little kid for me when you go there again.

Love,

Diana

I am a day late for NaPoWriMo and yesterday’s prompt was to write a fan letter. I chose to write a letter from a child’s point of view, written to Diana the day before she died, hence the return to sender title. Hope you enjoy.

Peace and love and #1 Diana fan still.