Michael

17

Summer
The cold is gone.
Sweat beats down your face.
Bugs eat at your legs.
The sun is left to burn your skin.
A time for the flowers to dry out
You’re stuck outside
Face full of sweat
You can’t wait for that moment when a breeze hits
Isn’t it great?
You hang with friends
No school!
A time for fun
A time for memories
Its summer!