The Season Of Summer Poem by Alex Choi

The summer has started. I wake up to the haet of the sun in the morning. I can see my friends outside of school. I can not see my shadow anywhere. I feel free and so alive. The only thing I worry about is what I will do. I want this time to pop up in my memory. I don't think about school. I will be at places where people will want to visit me. I wish it can last forever but I can't make the desicsions. I will get up eveyday to the smell of breakfast. I feel so good to be out of school like a monkey out of a cage. The new world is what I would say but summer is not a place.