ChaCha Poet


Summer Is


Summer is the breeze blowing through the grass in June
It is running carelessly through the meadows
It is taking off your shoes and feeling the grass tickle your toes
It is sitting on the porch at night sipping lemonade

Summer is the fireworks in July
It is going swimming at the pool with your closest friends
It is feeling nothing but happiness
It is the times you don’t want to forget

Summer is walking through the sand in August
It is the memories you have forever
It is what you never want to end
It is always what you look forward to in the winter

Summer ends September begins
Back to school
Back to cold weather
Back to wishing it were summer

Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2009
Edited: Friday, March 27, 2009

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