Sonnet of the Dawgs

By third year Brantley Jenkins

Do you hear that sound floating on the breeze?

The chatter of voices and stomping of feet,

The things all around us, I think they’re pretty neat.

Books, bags scattered about, ‘neath the leaves.

That cool air is a signal to us all

The Dawgs are gearing up, ready to go,

And the temperatures are starting to get low,

There’s excitement arising in this chill fall.

Wind rustles the leaves, swaying the trees

Cool air replaces Athenian heat – unbearable,

Humidity drops, the air is finally breathable

From that oppressive summer, we’re free.

We can all sit there, lean against those logs,

While we all band together and shout “Go Dawgs!”