Summer
The sun shining in your eyes,
the wind blowing at your face.
Sitting at the edge of the pier,
moving your feet in and out of the water below you.
No thoughts go through your mind,
except for what you're going to do next.
This is the feeling of summer,
not having a care in the world,
doing whatever comes to mind.
Taylor,
ReplyDeleteI thought your poem was very good! I like how it was short and to the point. Very nice job!!!
-Lex
I agree with Alexa.I like how you had your own opinion in the poem. Good job
ReplyDeleteHow carefree the moment is! How soon it slips away...
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