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Summer poem. This
Summer poem. This is just a spur-of-the-moment, rough draft poem. I just thought of the idea this afternoon. It's a fresh-baked poem, straight from the strange depths of my mind... Here you go...
Summer
I hear happy music in the cool summer's breeze,
Telling of the icey treats to come.
I smell smoke seeping from the barbeque,
Cooking our long hotdogs.
I feel the hot pavment beneath my feet
As I skitter across our back patio.
I taste the juicy burst of watermelon
That I stole from the kitchen counter.
I see a baseball whiz over my head
As my sister and dad play catch.
I see my mom making potato salad.
I really should help, but I don't want to go inside.
I taste the chlorine
In the water that drips from my hair.
I feel the cords of our white hammock
As I rock softly.
I smell the hotdogs
Burning on the grill.
I hear my dad exclaim
As he realizes whats happening to our dinner.
I smile.
It's the perfect summer day.
Please tell me what you honestly think!!!
submitted by Emma O., age 12, OR
(July 20, 2009 - 5:22 pm)
(July 20, 2009 - 5:22 pm)
That was really good! Being vegan, the last bit didn't really mean all that much to me (no offense), but it was really well written!
(July 21, 2009 - 11:31 am)
woweee! It felt like a hot summer day even though it is dark, dreary, and raining right now and fees like the sun will never come out
(July 31, 2009 - 4:37 pm)
Thanks! And, no offense taken, at all!! :D :D :D
(August 18, 2009 - 1:08 pm)
It's amazing! It has wonderful, wonderful imagry. The only thing I might change is to go through and see if there are any little words like ands and thes that don't help the poem and take them out.
(April 4, 2013 - 6:42 pm)