Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Summer poem

Have you ever smelled summer?

of course you have.

Remember that one time you ran into the tree

and smelt the old dry bark

That was summer.

That time you were at the beach

and the salty water splashed on your face

that was summer.

Remember that time that you were playing tag

and flopped down on the ground

and smelt the dry grass

that was summer.


By Summer Moore

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