Dave

15

The beginning of summer,
the way it is for me,
is like being a prisoner...
a prisoner set free.

The winds which used to give me chills
now feel comforting, ready for summer thrills.
Ready for hard-earned money to be spent,
and in a couple days I’ll wonder where it all went.

It starts with a ring
on day one of this ‘summer’ thing,
a ring which begins the adventure
as I step outside to feel the temperature.
Today it’s warm, but when it’s not
the feeling outside is blazing hot.

The squish of the wet sand beneath my feet,
to the movie theatre with the reclining seats.
The screams in the amusement park,
to sneaking out at night to party after dark.
The concerts where the stentorian music play,
to the long board which takes me away.

The empty classrooms and blank space
truly put a smile on my face.
The constant amount of class and homework
and the hallways where class-cutters lurk.
And it feels so close, yet so far away
but unfortunately I must go back some day.

Now we’re nearing the conclusion
of what summer is supposed to be,
which creates this illusion
of being free.

The comforting and exciting feel of the summer days
now feel scorching and boring, like shades of grey.
My skin is burnt and almost glows red,
and I wish the entire mosquito population would drop dead.

The leaves which used to provide me with shade
begin to turn red, yellow, and orange… allowing green to fade.
I hear a ring but this time it’s not my phone,
because it’s six AM and I must prepare to leave home.

Goodbye summer,
what a bummer.