Loretta Doyle Smalley
Summer - Poem by Loretta Doyle Smalley
The hot sun shining down on everyone and everything.
It tans some people and gives bad sun burns to others.
People having parties, cookouts, and playing games outside.
People going to pools and beaches to swim.
A lot of people staying out late.
Laying outside looking at the night sky.
Watching the stars and making wishes.
July 4th people wearing Red, White and Blue.
Sowing our Independences.
That is what Summer is all about.
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