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

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Summer Is by ChaCha Poet )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Upon A Star, Kewayne Wadley
  2. To my Gurudev...., PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  3. खामानिखौ मावलां जोहोलाव, Bahadur Basumatary
  4. Estrange, micheal john
  5. J'attendrai, Michael Mira
  6. Peace, Sandra Feldman
  7. Poetry And All Of Me, Rites Ghosh
  8. Forgotten, david kush
  9. House of Weeping Walls, Michael Mira
  10. Vicky - Lincoln Park Zoo, Ima Ryma

Poem of the Day

poet Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]