Summer Poem

I'm not a poet, but sometimes I'll think of a good stanza and make up a whole poem. One time, when I was a little younger I was over my grandmas house I wrote a poem about myself and when my dad got home he was astounded. I don't remember exactly what the poem said, because I lost it during a move, or the book it was published but I was excited, and it makes me want to write more.

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© Destinee

November 2008

Missing Summer

the grass so green,
the sun so bright,
life seems a dream,
no worries in sight

tans and tank tops,
laughter and bliss,
each moment passes,
without even a miss

friends and cookouts,
memories and laughs,
good times to remember,
but how long will it last

the grass soon fades,
leaves begin to fall,
school replaces sleepovers,
oh I'll miss it all


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