What Should I Pack in the Box Marked “Summer”?


I feel the warm sand tickling my toes

The never-ending blue cloudless sky

The sea of rainbow umbrellas, blocking the big bright sun

My bike whizzing past the 25 cent lemonade stand

The fireworks booming like splatters of paint on the black canvas of night

The snap of flip-flops rushing to the pool

The sunflowers growing tall, tall, tall, taller

The crackle of the fire as it tries to steal my s’more.

When Autumn paints the leaves red, orange, and yellow, you know that

Summer is packing her treasures away.

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