The doors are flung thankfully open,
As teachers breathe an intense sigh of relief,
Parents hit with cheers, squeals, laughter,
A tsunami of marauding rucksacks,
It is SUMMERTIME!
Sweet, creamy honeysuckle wafts,
Fluffed caramel bees, soft rosy glints
Ball pits of brightly bobbing sunhats
Fuchsia-pink strawberries, sandy footprints.
Smiling faces, loud joyous whoops,
Sticky fingers, melting ice cream,
Spritzes of icy water, unsuspecting faces,
Waves’ crisp summery gleam.
I raise my eyes up to the sky
Speckled with fresh flickers of lemonade sun,
Rich earthy forests, silently, lazily serene
Celebrate! Winter’s gone, and summer has begun.
Thanks to Scarlett Baldwin (12) who loves writing and sent us this poem
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