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Welcoming August with a Poem

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We welcome the final month of summer with a reading of John Updike's poem, August.

JACKI LYDEN, host:

Just one more note before we go. It's been a hideously hot month around much of the country, and we say good riddance to July. Here's a poem by John Updike read by NPR's Tom Cole.

TOM COLE reporting:

(Reading) `August. The sprinkler twirls, the summer wanes, the pavement wears Popsicle stains.'

(Soundbite of music)

COLE: `The playground grass is worn to dust, the weary swings creak creak with rust. The trees are bored with being green. Some people leave the local scene and go to seaside bungalows and take off nearly all their clothes.'

LYDEN: That was "August," a poem by John Updike.

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LYDEN: That's ALL THINGS CONSIDERED from NPR News. Jennifer Ludden returns next weekend. I'm Jacki Lyden.

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