Treasure Island

Kelly Curiel

(July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)

The First Day of Summer


I see children running in the street
free of textbooks and backpacks,
barefoot, playing football

I feel the sun upon my face
its warm caress
bundles me in peace

I smell the fresh dew on the morning grass,
so sweet smelling,
the scent of freedom.

I hear the song
of an ice cream truck passing by
and can't bare to see it go
without buying my favorite frozen treat

I taste the secret goodness of a Klondike bar,
its creamy richness tells me
how sweet life can be,
on a day like today,
on the first day of summer...

Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2008
Edited: Saturday, December 01, 2012
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