Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Summer poem

☀️THAT WAS SUMMER☀️


Remember the day you could smell the hot summer breeze.

You could see the green leaves dropping from the clean tree.

You could feel drips of water coming from the nice, cold pool.

That splashed against your face.

That was summer.

You could smell the fresh cut grass.

You could smell the crispy hot chips.


That was summer.


By Paisley





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