Tuesday, 13 March 2012

summer

Summer
Summer the best time of the year.
Remember enormous waves as I crash into them.
The cold juicy flavour of the ice cream.
Building sand castles and crashing them.
Pretending to be a knight
The immense shine from the sun.
As beautiful as a butterfly.
The hills as still as a fruit bowl.
The cicadas singing as high as the birds.
The cat meowing as high as the dogs woofing.
Summer goes down.
Autumn comes up.
By Declan

2 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed reading this :-)

    I would love to read more :-)

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  2. Declan, I really loved reading your poem. You spent a lot of time crafting your poem. Well done!

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