The voices of the young : Summer ( poem )
The summer breeze, the leaves, the trees
Flower fields all covered in bees
Hanging out with friends at the beach
No lessons left for teachers to teach
The water, the sand in between your toes
It's time to buy a new rack of clothes
The heat is burning down on my head
It's twelve o'clock and I'm still not in bed
The AC is cranked, our music so loud
Maybe we'll get some shade from that incoming cloud
Maybe this is the way that it will all be
But these are the things that shape summer for me.
By Sophie V. - July 2021
Toronto
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By Sophie V. 7/12/2021 |
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